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.
About The Author
Jaime K. Harris has been in the design industry for decades. From years as a wedding florist to managing her own graphic and print design firm, she has now blended her love for pen, paper and pretty fonts into the fictional book series The Tears She Cried.
A homeschool mom of three, Jaime is a passionate visionary, devoted to helping others understand that God has a best plan for their lives. As a frequent teacher and speaker on “The Importance of Spiritual Identity” and “How God Sees Us”, Jaime resides in the Texas Hill Country with her husband, Joseph, and their three children.