This is the first section of a devotional short story I'm working on. This is unedited, so it might be a little rough. See what you think.
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Once, not long ago, the God of ages created a girl, with a beautiful
porcelain face. She trusted Him and never turned her flawless gaze from
her Creator. He fed her with Scripture, and strengthened her with His
unwavering Love. As she began to learn to walk, the Lord took tiny steps
away from her, and she matched His steps, following Him devotedly. But
her steps were shaky, and each one made her stronger as she chased her
God.
Until one day, as she lifted her foot to follow her
Creator's footsteps, the Accuser slithered under her, and when she set
down her foot, he snatched her ankle and dragged her from her feet, his
searing grip staining her perfect skin with ugly, painful burns. As she
fell, she cried out for her Lord to save her, but He simply watched her
precious face as it struck the concrete and was dragged away.
"Let
me go!" she pleaded, realizing with horror that the impact of her fall
had weakened the porcelain of which she was made, and along her jawline
there slid a long hairline fracture.
The Accuser laughed at her.
"Do you really wish for me to release you? You have been flawed, you've
ruined your perfect face! Your God will not want you now!"
She gritted her teeth against the pain of his hand on her skin. "Let me go!" she repeated squirming in his grasp.
"Very
well." And he dropped her, vanishing as quickly as he had appeared,
leaving her alone, crumpled on the dirty pavement. As she pulled herself
up, her finger traced the fracture on her jaw. "I am broken," she
whimpered. "That creature is right, my God will never accept me in this
state. I must find someone who can make me whole again, so that I may
once again appear before my Creator." So, with shaking steps, the girl
set off down the dull sidewalk, in search of someone who could fix her.
