My Own Hallelujah

a short story, related to the song, " Raise a Hallelujah!"

A little girl waits for the end to her suffering, as she waits for the doctor to come. Her parents' silence speaks through the myriads of expressions on their faces. They look down at their suffering child wishing for the same, but knowing all too well, that what it will take, is nothing short of a miracle. The child has faced this before, so have her parents. This sickness takes all the energy the child has to stay alert and focus on her parents and finally succumbs to a delirious sleep.

When the child awakens, her eyes again see, though not with clarity, the faces of her parents, and there is another figure in the room, in a white lab coat, speaking to the child, while assessing her responses. The doctor explains to the child, that the previous night was "very eventful", that the child expressed herself through her pain, in a remarkable way.

She struggles to ask what she had said, no one answers. The child was fighting against something than herself. By her being where she was lying, with a bandage on her head, it would seem she was victorious! (Her parents could again say Hallelujah!) The enemy was sickness, and possibly death!

I believe in Jesus, for a VERY good reason!!
He fought for me.
I am the little girl in this short story.
I am an adult now.
That sickness is not gone, but for now, is at bay.
I didn't fight this by myself.

I raise my own Hallelujah!