The story of a broken-hearted bride

Fellow readers just to let you know that this is purely for fun, yes its based on a true story but the way it is written is just what my creativity looks like. PLEASE tell me either by review or PM if this is offensive, blasphemous or wrong in any way shape or form and I will remove it…just please don't hate me. Enjoy.

I met my lover one day on the way to school. I was a schoolgirl dressed in my black school uniform and He was a beautiful man dressed in an ivory robe and brown sandals. He caught my heart within a second of looking at me and thoughts of Him wouldn't leave me alone for the whole day, I was intrigued by this man and desired to know Him more.

That same night after much hard thinking I decided I was ready to share this man with my father ask his opinion on whether I should continue getting to know Him, I wasn't expecting a hyped up "yes child what are you waiting for, go for it!" response, but I certainly wasn't prepared for the response I got. My father stopped what he was doing and looked at me straight in the eyes and said:

"Do you know what you are getting yourself into the minute you become involved with this man? This man says He loves you…He says He loves us all dearly, He gave His life to prove it too. But child, there is something you should know, you must be almost perfect in His sight, you must obey all His Laws and Teachings, you must follow Him to the end of your days, you must give your life to Him entirely."

I asked my father what would happen if I don't and his eyes grew darker and more serious as he replied:

"If you should fail, He will send you to Hell, a place of fire and brimstone, a place of eternal torture, child, to give you an idea of what this is like, think of all the horrible torture methods we have here on earth…if this is what horror the human mind can come up with, what deeper horrors enter a Divine mind. Child, think carefully for once you are sent to this place, there is no way out, not a soul can hear you weep and groan for help!"

My eyes were filled with horror and my heart was cracking, "I thought I found someone who loved me, this man…I don't want to know someone who…"

My father cut me off before I could finish my sentence, "you think its easier not to become involved with Him, you think its easier to stay put and pretend you never even noticed Him…too late, ignore Him and to Hell you shall go!"

Eyes wide with horror and a heart filled with fear, I smiled at my father and went to bed, I needed serious time to chew over what I had heard that night. Little did I know my dad deeply regretted what he had done and just when the damage had been done he realised he had passed his curse of terror and confusion on to me, he tried so hard to fix what he had done, he tried so hard to bind up the wound made so deeply on my heart, but in the end, his efforts proved useless and my fears quickly turned to hatred.

Oh, how often when I prayed did I tell the Lord how much I loathed Him, how much I wanted to be free of Him and His twisted and cruel ways, I told the Lord how scared He made me, scared to the point I was almost paralysed. My attendance to church was motivated not by my love of Him, but by my fear.

I remember weeping bitterly as I wrote hateful letters to the Lord filled with wholehearted resentment and terror, I hated Him and wished so much that I had never came in contact with His hauntingly beautiful face. In my desperation I sought the love of another, another who was imperfect like me, who had similar outlooks to me and someone who didn't seem to carry the threat of an eternal punishment if I made too many mistakes. I thought about it long and hard but fear gripped my heart with a cast iron grip and pulled me back at the feet of the Lord.

This vicious relationship continued for 2 years until finally, I had accepted Hell and eternal punishment, I realised how much I deserved it and embraced it as my fear and focused the rest of my spiritual energy on getting to know the Lord for who He was, I wasn't interested in being His bride, but I was interested in servanthood and the possibility of offering myself up as a slave with the possibility of avoiding the inevitable Doom that was Hell.

Now, would it seem weird, if I told you that after spending so long with Him and talking to so many who were already falling in His arms, that I too, began once more to fall for Him? Because that's what happened, I started to listen to priests and other lovers of His and found myself drawn to Him again, although, this time not with a heart filled with fear but a heart filled with intrigue and hints of love and amazement.

I grew closer to my Lord and He once more became my Lover, I had matured a lot and accepted and opened myself to the possibility of Hell, while He…well, He didn't change and slowly began spending more time with Him, the more time I spent with Him, the more I liked Him, the more I found He was merciful, forgiving, open and accepting…not to mention loving!

Tonight however, when I went to spend some more private time with Him, I heard Him say through His Word:

"I couldn't care less about your love or your loyalty…I couldn't care less whether you were my bride or suffering in Hell…I don't love you because I just love you…I love you because I am FANTASTIC! I love you to seem good and to draw more of you ignorant and naïve mortals to Myself…what were you thinking…I don't care about you…you could have perished in the eternal fire, it wouldn't have bothered me either way…I only married you to seem good and to ensnare you into my trap, as I have done with so many others, I only care about servants and slaves and My Holy Name and reputation…you actually repulse Me! Get out of My sight"

There I lay, soul stripped bare and my heart wide open and bleeding…the first time I fall for someone, they tear me to shreds…this is the story of a broken hearted bride…