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God’s Men: JAKE LAY AWAKE IN the predawn hours, thinking about Maggie, and what she needed; both now, and when her memory returned. He thought about their years of friendship, how comfortable he’d been with it, her response as he kissed her, the recording he’d listened to, and the evil rising around them. He didn’t want her to have to go through any of it alone.
For the thousandth time since they’d cleaned her house, he wondered what happened. Why she’d thrown his picture, and all the other things.
He’d seen Maggie mad before, and really mad a few times, but never that mad; and he still couldn’t figure out why she had been. As far he knew, nothing had changed.
He was ready to move to a new level of relationship with her, kicking himself for not doing it years ago, but he remembered Matt’s words. He was moving forward, while she was on hold, and they should be doing it together.
He had a brief flash of his thoughts yesterday, and then the dream he’d had of her kissing another man; and he now knew why it had hurt so much.
Maggie was his. It wasn’t some macho property thing; it was the years of relationship, sewing their lives together, and the fact that in most ways they’d been a couple for a long time. She was his, because she wanted to be; because she was his best friend and constant companion. They’d chosen each other to spend their time, hearts, and minds, with.
Out of all the people they each knew, they knew one another in ways no one else had ever known them; and were true to each other, available to one another, and fit like a statue that had been carved from one piece, then intricately separated, without clean lines. They were only a masterpiece together, and he knew it, and had known it for a while.

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For me to move forward into even deeper healing, and ‘clean house’ so to speak, I need to share it. It’s things I will never share with the group, or possibly anyone else, but I feel with this new calling, I need to have it known, so the enemy can’t blackmail me by threatening to tell my deepest shame. Do you think you can hear it?” she finished.

Jake had been listening quietly, her words hitting harder than she knew, and now he reached over and took her hand, “You’ve carried this alone for far too long. I can hear whatever you need to say, and Mags, you know it won’t go any farther. I knew you had the meetup, but I had no idea the things you were helping people with. I’m amazed. To overcome so much, and then turn around and help others begin to overcome it, is a testimony to not only your strength and courage, but also to your love for other hurting people, and your gift for healing others.

It’s not just your gift of discernment that helps you see their need, it’s also the deep empathy you have, and the shared experiences.” I need to tell her; but how do you tell a woman like Maggie, something like that?

“Thank you, Jake,” Maggie felt comforted by his words. “There’re many things I will share, but it will have to come as I’m able. Unfortunately, there are still things that trigger me and the PTSD tries to take over. I know how to sit in it for a bit and figure out what is triggered, and why, but it still takes its toll on me.

When I called you for coffee yesterday, I had been triggered. I couldn’t speak it then, but I needed you. I realized, part of the pain that overwhelmed me, was the outrage I’m now able to admit and discuss; but also, the silence I’ve been trapped in for over 20 years. I just need to say it to another human being, so it can lose its hold over me. To speak it out loud starts the ball rolling. It’s like unlocking a door that can now open. and the closet can be cleaned. As long, as the door stays shut and locked, it stays inside you.”

Jake remembered the way she’d looked when they had coffee. He’d known then she was upset, but not why. He kicked himself for not staying with her longer. “Can you open the door?” I hope she trusts me enough to let me help her with this; she’s carried it long enough, and this is what causes those times when she shuts down completely. I understand that all too well.

“I have to.” Maggie closed her eyes, and he saw her shoulders rise as she took a deep breath, then slowly let it out and opened them. He saw the deep shadow of pain cross her face, and she took another breath. “The loss of a child always hits home,” she spoke softly, eyes filling with tears. “I lost a baby girl. She was born too early. She never had a chance.”

“I knew you’d lost a child,” he shared. “Was there more to it?”

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