BORN INTO DECEIT (Chapter 2)

EXCERPT FROM HOLY LOVE: A MEMOIR OF SORROW TO GLORY.
 

I remember gazing up at the television tower with its skinny antennae. I can recall the experience of one of those steel arms reaching down for me as I sat at the bedroom window. In my memory, the WBAL tower bent down, the arm of one prong reaching all the way to my window. I climbed out my window and held on as the single prong carried me back up to the top of the tower.

This was all in the imagination of a five-year-old little girl, but what I recall most poignantly is the overwhelming, tender love I felt surrounding me.

As long as we lived on Dupont Avenue in Baltimore City, the WBAL tower was a source of comfort. It was always watching over me. At night, the lights would blink, comforting me. During the day, my occasional reverie on my sister’s bed by the window would quicken my heart.

The love I felt from the tower was so reassuring and comforting, and while it wasn’t a secret, I never told a soul. This was the magical thinking of a little girl who hides the butterfly wing she found into the corner of her dresser drawer for safekeeping.

It took another fifty years for me to realize that was my first awareness of my Savior’s courtship of me. He was wooing me, calling to me; and He was prodding me to gaze up to Him. Gaze up toward Him I did.