Counted With the Stars (Out From Egypt, #1)

by Connilyn Cossette

My heart throbbed with the weight of the secrets she had unloaded on me and the lack of solid foundation upon which to stand. My gods were not all-powerful. My father was not my father. My master was not my master. And my mother was only human, not the goddess I had lifted her up to be.

Everything I knew, built my every belief upon, drifted away like dust in the breeze. I floated, unbound to the earth, unsure of where my destiny lay, grasping at false memories and inherited lies.

When finally the tears were spent and my hoarse prayers stilled from fatigue, I simply chanted his name: Yahweh, Yahweh, Yahweh, Yahweh, until it merged with the rhythm of my breath. Inhale-Yah, exhale-weh, inhale-Yah, exhale-weh.

Could a smell overcome darkness? Yes, even with my eyes still bound, traces of light pierced the blindfold. I felt bathed in light, bathed in love, as if the Cloud had entered this tent and curled itself around my body. I felt the warmth of it wrap around me like my father’s hand had encased mine as a little girl. But unlike my father, unlike Shefu, this Father had not turned his back on me—instead he liberated me.

Calling out to Yahweh in my brokenness had broken the chains.

“How could I not? He was with me in that tent. He guarded me until you came. He revealed himself, just like Mosheh told me he would.”