No Judgement!

Dear God,
What do you do when your dog eats the bone it is meant to protect?
What do you do when the one you trust most in your life betrays you?
How do you protect your heart from bleeding?
How do you heal?
You want my story, right?
Then answer my questions, my Lord.
What do you do when you find out that the god you worship has wooden legs?
How do you hide from the person that knows where you are?
How do you cover your nakedness from the eyes in the peeping hole?
Hmmm.
Now, there’s this man. That is the only way I can describe him, “this man”.
He is a rich man by the way. Yes, very rich. I needed to emphasize it because Dad, you have a way of letting “certain people” slide away with atrocities when they can afford it.
Don’t look at me like that, Lord, No, don’t…
I am dropping all of this on your table….if you don’t like it….then…..do something.
Meanwhile, he has 3 wives, 4 concubines and numerous sidekicks.
I am emphasizing his pool of choices so you understand where I am coming from.
And some daughters. But just one from the first wife.
This daughter came to the first wife after 16 years of waiting. Her precious little flower. Her only hold to the “throne of atrocity”.
Mind you, Dad, this wife is meant to be the favourite, the one that helped till the land for the harvest that is now in season.
You know what I mean, right? Hmmm.
Are you still looking at me like that? Why?
Fine, Dad. I get it. No judgements.
I will tell the story. You make of it what you will.
Now, no one knew what was going on, but the 1st sign of distress was that the once vibrant, energetic child became docile. Then timid….then constantly sick and finally lost her sense of speech and hearing.
The mother was beside herself with worry and when she complained or pleaded to take her to a specialist, the man would insist on traditional medicine and experts that he alone knew or had heard about.
Anyway, this went on for years, and no one suspected anything.
By the time the girl was about 12, she fell very sick and they had to get a private doctor to be in the house with her for months.
The man doted on her so much that sometimes the mum had to get permission from him to see her child.
The next year, the same thing happened. The little fragile girl almost died.
The doctor again was called in and after treating the girl, he left in so much anger.
But didn’t tell the woman what was wrong with the little girl because the man had forbidden it.
Dad, they call it “confidentiality”……that is when they want to hide iniquity.
Okay……No judgement…
By the 3rd bout of illness this year, the woman had had enough. Her daughter was bleeding out some smelly fluid as if her belly was rotten.
She could not eat or sleep and out of desperation, the woman reached out to her sister, Geraldine who smuggled in a different doctor to check the child.
Their house was usually on semi-lock-down. Every visitor must be pre-approved and invited.
The doctor could not believe what she saw. For the 1st time, this woman was told that her fragile sick daughter had just committed an abortion, and not once, but she was on her 3rd round and her uterus was severely damaged.
To save her life, the uterus must be removed.
However, to conduct the operation, the girl must be stable or she will die…..
The woman at first thought the doctor was drunk on something.
How can a girl who hardly left the house get pregnant? And abort 3 times?
By whom?
They warn you about all kinds of things…..
But they don’t warn you about your father…
Now this is Your daughter and I am checking in without judgment.