Arriving (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

               Lily unlocked the back door of the thrift store using a key that didn't belong to her. The night had been a heavy one as she wrestled with her worth in the old house of her family, the one she felt unworthy of being in; still, the inheritance was left to her and she had no other path but forward.


               The key was begrudging and refused at first to open the way before her, leaving her vulnerable to the temptation to just walk away. Again the painful memories would flood her soul and she’d struggle to even look at the door much less open it. Rationalizing her escape from a sense of responsibility would have been all too easy, but she made the attempt again. An ear piercing screech assaulted Lily's hearing with the turning of the key and the opening of the unknown: what would remain before her (for she had not been there for years). From some unknown place courage would rise within and she’d step forward, her, the last surviving sibling of her family. The old door groaned and complained at it's abrupt waking from forgotten and she took a deep breath and entered the old store.
    

              Quickly, memories of pain flooded her broken soul and she nearly ran out to escape the shock of this encounter alone; yet a wave of good encounters with friends and former strangers overcame the trauma and empowered her with courage to persevere; God smiled on her in that moment. She walked with a little courage in her as hands shook and she relived all the times past of being in the thrift store again...accusations spoke loudly, times of shame and wounds left unresolved. Wave after wave of pain poured out of her, and in the events unfolding a voice rose to speak up for her from the Heavens. The hope of encouraging conversations with new friends flashed in her memories and overtook the pain; God was working in her once more in the closure she needed.

               Lily continued through the store making her way to the office for her journey's end. The valleys of her painful past would be travelled through once again, yet she’d keep walking forward. The memories kept playing in her mind while the hope of grace in times spent with new friends, new “family” rose to overtake each one..slowly at first then rapidly until pain no longer held her; she was being set free from the shackles of years of abuse at long last. Arriving at the office, she searched for a deed of ownership and then left after receiving it. Her freedom was now empowering her with each step she took. Locking the door behind her, she was closing the trauma and painful valleys in one quiet but powerful victory; for she was preparing to sell the hurt that was given her. She was arriving at herself and her new healing was put on over her old self like a welcome garment, the true completion of a broken past that would no longer define her.

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