The previous night she had cried for a long time – perhaps over an hour. The events over the past day or two had been emotionally taxing on a level she had yet to experience in her short life.
Jordan’s parents were in what seemed to be a full scale war, her country was under attack from God knew whom (and from where and against whom only He knew the next one was to occur), her classmates at her so-called Christian school were unbelievably cruel and rude, her mom was dumping more and more weight and responsibility on her while at the same time removing care and nurture, her dad cared more about his career and organization than any member of his family, and her body was rapidly betraying her to womanhood. While any of these stressors might’ve been normal for an average 12-year-old girl, Jordan didn’t know how to cope and it was more than she could take. The previous night she had gone to bed simply overwhelmed and beyond exhausted.
After she had cried, the mental lights had gone out and there was simply nothing… No dreams, no pain, no movement, no tossing or turning…nothing. Out cold.
At about 5am, her eyes opened. The sun hadn’t come up but she could see looking west over the front lawn out her bedroom window that dawn wasn’t far away. A solitary bird was chirping, apparently unaware of how dreadful her day was yesterday.
But of course that was yesterday and today was a brand new day. She rolled over into a new position and grabbed her favorite bear to snuggle on her side and that’s the dampness hit her – Wait…What’s that?…What the…?