Exceptional He is always there for us. God's Night Light. by Janilou Some traumas never leave the subconscious mind, even after years of safety. Dedicated to those who have lived through trauma and will understand these words.

Category:  Spiritual Non-Fiction   Posted:  May 9, 2008      Views: 428

ABOUT JANILOU  Janilou is a woman who loves God. Much of her work reflects her faith. Christian music often inspires her work. She is honored to have been named FanStory's Short Works Author Of The Year, in 2007 and 2008, and thanks all of her wonderful fans for the ranking. Their comments and support are her inspiration! She writes whenever her dairy goats allow her to escape the milking barn. If she's not on FanStory, you might find her on Facebook, using her real name, Jan Anderegg. Quote Of The Day: "Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary." Sir James M Barrie She has won several contests. The contest submission Death By Taxes was the first place winner in the contest . Boys Will Be Boys was the first place winner in the contest . Twas The Night Before - Say What? was the first place winner in the contest . She is a top ranked author and is currently holding the #41 position. The Seal of Quality committee has rewarded her with 2 seals. Portfolio | Become A Fan I stare out the bedroom window, afraid to go to sleep. Nightmares lurk in the shadows of my bedroom, waiting like hungry wolves to tear my sanity apart. "If I don't get a decent night's sleep soon, I'll go insane," I tell the empty room. My husband has been called away on a late night service call down to the river. One of the tug boats is leaking water into the engine room. The growl of distant thunder is comforting, although I don't know why. Still, I roll over and over, unable to rest. Reality dreams I call them. Terror seems inadequate to describe these vivid scenes I live in my sleep. Nightmares so real, I can still feel the actual touch of the rapist on my body as I wake, screaming. Last night, I woke still smelling the smoke from the dream-fire burning my house down with my family inside. It took my husband ages to calm me down. It is twenty-eight years since I was raped. A lifetime. Why can't I stop being afraid? I turn to face the wall, and utter a hoarse prayer. Even my vocal cords are affected by this paralysing fear. "Please, God, help me." Thrashing, I turn and stare once more out the window. My eyes widen and I stare. In the thunder-stricken dark sky, a gap is forming. Moonlight streams through this empty space in the shape of a soaring white dove, hovering over my home. Gazing at this beautiful phenonemon, peace flows through my body, and after a while, I close my eyes and sleep. There are no nightmares. Recognized Share your own writing! - Information on our membership for writers. Author Notes This may mean very little to some of you, and I hope, comes as great encouragement of His love to others. Trauma affects us all in different ways. God loves us, and cares about our pain, but sometimes we forget just how much. I don't know why it took me so long to think to pray that night, but when I did, He was right there. Hugs, Jan PS I am allowing non-writer reviews because one of my good friends is not currently a premier member, and I don't want to stop her from being able to respond if she wants to. Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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