Command...*

Streaks of her heart fall downwards past her poignant nose. Those feelings of inadequacy trace their footprints across the contours of her face. Softly and with the grace that a woman of her condition can afford, she wipes away her pain; pulls up her sleeve acroos her blackened and darkened shoulder, reaches for the hand of her child and with trepidation in her every breath, she crosses the streets to her misery... 

He was only 8 but he couldn't understand why mother was so sad, crying when he was right there with her. She was everything to him, and he was confused as to why mother was in such fear and tears yet she always smiled. He knew that he was too young to understand why mummy and daddy fought for hours each night and why daddy walked funny every night when he came home but still, he was here. She should be smiling! He prayed in his heart that GOD would give his mother her smile back soon...

Hurrying to catch the bus, she held her son's hand even tighter... As she struggled to see past the tears blurring her brown eyes, she never even heard the sound of the truck as it speed upto her.

Five miserable years, she lost her son on that road....."GOD why did you take away my joy? why did you break my heart, even when i have loved YOU with all i have. since then i have not concieved another child. Why did you break my heart LORD, why?" Then she sat and listened, picking up her old torn bible, and flipping the page, her answer stuck out so vividly.....

"Thou shall not have any other gods before ME..." 

Exodus 20;3-19

"Be still and wait patiently for the LORD to act...."