I am a young believer, a girl, living out in the country, in a double bungalow duplex, with my older half-sister.
Our parents had just died, and my older half-sister ended up getting control of all their resources. Instead of doing what my parents had wanted her to do, she spent all their money on her, and would neglect to pay the electric or gas bill, and other bills, until they were turned off.
I soon realized that I’d be better off on my own. So I sheltered in a cardboard box, and gathered up my only possessions left, an old pile of discarded driftwood, that I had worked long and hard collecting from the shores of the nearby lake, and prepared myself to sell them, so I could get something to eat.
But suddenly, from across the street, the people who lived there, were grinding down their pile of scrap wood into woodchips, and had taken mine as well, and converted them into woodchips also.
Dismayed, I went to them and told them that they had taken what was mine, and that I wanted to be compensated somehow for it, because it was all I had to survive on.
They laughed at me, and made fun of me, yet did finally agree to compensate me.
They left a pile of money near me, as if it was to be mine, but they never came right out to give to me. I feared that if I took it, they would accuse me of stealing, and have me arrested, so I kept bugging them, till they responded to me. I heard them say the number 62, and seen them give me sixty two cents into my hand.
“Couldn’t you at least make it two dollars?” I asked them. “It’s all I have to survive on.”
They laughed even harder at me, till their oldest son came out to see what all the commotion was about. When he seen me, and heard what had happened, he rebuked his parents, went into the till, took out sixty two dollars, stuffed them into his pocket, and took my hand.
“Come on,” he said, still full of disgust for his family and what they had tried to do to me, “I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”
They then poked fun at their son, asking him why he cared about me. “She’s a nobody! Why bother with her? She’s just a waste of time!”
Even his so-called friends couldn’t understand why he cared. “We know you’re not the caring type, Derrick! All you care about, is getting into the pants of the pretty and popular girls!”
“That’s not true!” I said to them in his defense. “He only acts that way, cause it’s expected of him! He doesn’t get into it like you think he does!”
“Oh, he gets into something all right, eh Derrick?” they snickered.
No matter what other’s said about him, I knew differently. Oh yes, I had watched him for years, and I knew that he would do what they said he did. But when I looked into his eyes, I didn’t see happiness or contentment in them, I seen regret and even sadness in them instead.
You see, I had long ago, fallen in love with him, for my God Jesus, revealed his heart to me, and let me know that there was someone good and wonderful, underneath it all.
Well, anyways, as he went about, buying me the things I’d need with the sixty two dollars, he grilled me about my beliefs in him.
More and more, he became enthralled by me and my seemingly odd beliefs about him. Less and less, he would revert to his old self, and more and more he would live up to the faith I had in him, till one day his parents told him that they should ‘adopt’ me legally, for then it would make things easier for him to be seen with me.
He told me, that my life would be much easier, if I would just renounce my God Jesus, and believe what everyone else believed.
But I told him, “How can I renounce the one who showed me how beautiful you really are inside?”
He then seemed to understand and accept my belief in my God.
He then asked me if I wanted his parents to officially adopt me.
I told him that I would love to be a part of his family, but that I’d rather not be adopted, because that would mean I would become just a sister to him, and that my feelings for him, went much deeper than that.
So in the end, we got married, and lived happily with each other.
I then woke up.