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The Birth of Amelia

9/24/2015

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As Saturday, the first event EVER of my writing career, inches closer I am reminded of the journey it took to get here. Flash back to Six years ago.....It all started with a dream. There was a teenage girl with dark, wavy hair sitting on a dusty staircase. She was writing in her journal as she spoke out loud about how lonely she was and about the monsters in the mirror. The great grandfather chimed as she gasped and rose from where she sat. She peered over the top of the steps as she gazed at an ancient, cracked mirror. Though she saw nothing she shivered. I could feel her fear as she ran down the stairs and out the front door. She began to dance beneath the full moon. Her dance was mesmerizing. It was if every fear....every worry...every concern I had been feeling that day melted away with it. I awoke knowing I had to find a piece of paper and pen. Who was this girl? Why was she afraid of the mirror? What was in it? Why was she alone and why did she feel that way? The very first thing I ever wrote for Amelia was this.....

“ And when the night had finally fallen and the day was no more Amelia crept from the shadows in which she was hiding to escape from her captor, the mirror. For only in the darkness of night could she truly be herself. No longer a victim to the roaming eyes that looked back at her Amelia tiptoed to the door, threw on her cloak, and dashed outside to dance beneath the moonlight.”

Amelia was born that night. She was dreamed of, written, prayed over,  and cried about numerous times over a period of five years ....five dark years....five years that I never thought I would get through....BUT....with God’s help I did. If you are going through the fire believe me when I say, “IT GETS BETER”. You will get through it and you will come out stronger on the other end. And if God has given you a dream that seems impossible please keep the Faith. The verse I stood on a daily basis was,  Isaiah 61:3, “To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.”

He will give you beauty for ashes. If you ever need a friend, someone who’s gone through hell and come out on the other end, I’m here.

                                                                               I love you all,
                                                                              Michelle Jetton


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