A TANGLE OF LIGHT

By Tessa Harvey


    Adrienne gulped the last of her drink, scraped back on her chair deliberately, knowing how much that had annoyed her mother. Her face was bitter and angry, her eyes stormy and grey.
    "Why should I give you a chance? Who ever gives second chances?"
"God does," was the quiet reply.
    "Oh, how convenient. Let's have God now and all be perfect." She swayed on her feet, suddenly exhausted.
Her mother helped her to her room and Adrienne lay on the familiar bed in the pretty room she had once thought a prison.
    Exhausted, she fell asleep in seconds. Her mother watched her for a while, saw how the girl's face softened in sleep, becoming an older version of the child she had allowed to drift away, to neglect. How cruel had she been.
    She went quietly out of the door and reached for her neglected Bible. Perhaps God would make a way where there seemed to be no way - heal her own mother's heart literally and her child's heart, the hurt that she had damaged by choosing to remain a victim too long.
    She had read somewhere He was the God of the impossible. She opened her Bible at the book of John. The first few words were beyond wonderful, they were life-giving. She read them over and over, marvelling. Jesus was the Light of the World.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. (Verses 1-5)
    Then she rang her own father. "I have come home, dad," she said simply. Adrienne is here for now, asleep. Angry.
    She heard him crying quietly on the other end of the phone.
"For decades we have prayed you would return from the land of the enemy. God has written your name on the palm of His hands. Do you see?"
"I can see," his daughter replied, "I can see!"

THE END

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