

Where It All Began
January 2021

I woke to the sound of a cry. A feminine scream that tore through the air. As I sat up in bed, I heard it again. The clock said 4:37 AM*. Awake and not dreaming, I rushed out of the room and across the house. I went to check on our daughters.
I literally thought Nightmares? Sickness? Pain?
I found them sleeping soundly. It was not our girls.
The cry was a woman extremely pained. Anguished. Tormented. Who was she? It was the deepest grief I have ever heard. Her voice screaming,
The sentence was never finished. I began to question God. What does this mean? Silence followed. For three days, I wondered, asking the Lord to reveal what I had audibly heard. Every day waking to thoughts of this woman and her grieving screams. Multiple scenarios filled my thoughts. Yet it felt so far beyond my comprehension. I knew the cry had purpose, meaning.
I was left with hypotheticals until, three days later, I heard it. The simplest phrase that changed my life forever. His voice whispered deep within my spirit:
I was sitting on the floor at a small prayer gathering, but collapsed at these words. He continued, "It was Eve in the garden after the fall. It was Eve in the field after losing her son." I felt the weight of a thousand grieving moments flood over me. I wept for her. I wept for what her cries represented.
I saw Shepherd leading them out of the garden. Eve's hands clinging to the ankles of the angel escorting them away from perfection and into nothingness. I then saw her in a barren field. On her knees, weeping. This was the second cry. The news of her son's death still fresh in the soil.
A couple of months after I heard the cries, I began to wake up around the same time every few days and see scenes from this story play out like a movie in my mind. I wrote them down (obviously). This continued from January 2021 until 2024. And now, we are here. I pray this speaks to you. Our struggles have roots. But there was a plan of rescue. And the Shepherd that came to save us was there in the beginning.
"Noooooo!! Please..."
"It was Eve."
Regret.

It was in this moment that I began to see Eve
from a completely different perspective.