The scars of yesterday, the joy of tomorrow

She sat still, so still that she looked like a statue.
She sat cross-legged on the concrete wall that formed the boundary of the beautiful cliff-side house. Just after her crossed knees was a 200 metre drop that did not seem to bother her. After the drop was a beautiful green valley that seemed to go on forever into the horizon where the sun was just beginning to rise.

If you looked at her, she seemed as distant as the rising sun, but on closer inspection, the black earphones in her ears became visible. She was listening to the CD she'd just bought two days ago, by Casting Crowns.
  "Now I'm letting go and holding out my hand,
     Daddy here I am again,
        would you take me back tonight?..."

The words of the song seemed heaven-sent. They blended so well with the quiet environs and tugged at the strings of her heart. It was soothing, sitting there, listening to the music, watching the sun rise. It was the dawn of a new day, a day that would be brighter than the one before, a red day. Yesterday with all its tears, pain and torment, now seemed to be a fading dream. The warmth from the rising sun kissed her arms, legs and forehead, revealing a cut on one arm...scars from the now-fading yesterday.

She raised her chin and let her face be bathed in the warm sunlight, a slight smile stretching across her lips.
     " I went and made the world my friend,
       And it left me high and dry
        I dragged Your name back through the mud
         that You first found me in
           Not worthy to be called Your son
            Is this to be my end? 
       Daddy, here I am..."


Life had been so bleak for her, but now she finally had a promise of hope, a promise of restoration, a promise of... a new beginning. For once in her life, she knew, without a shadow of doubt, that everything would be okay.
     " Daddy, here I am..."