The Bathroom

The night I arrived at the pastor’s house I was in a bedroom with five other women. After a couple of hours of just staying in the bedroom, the pastor came in and took us six ladies to a room, a secret bathroom. This bathroom was so small it could not even fit a sink. I was puzzled, how was the pastor going to fit six girls in here? But I guess he found a way. He filed us in and told us that we could not talk, move, or even flush the toilet. We sat on top of each other and squished. Our body heat made us sweat even more. Sitting in this bathroom was so uncomfortable. But if it saved my life, it was worth it. One day we heard squeals outside. I look through the hole in the curtain and find my friends holding machetes. My friends were Hutus and were now on the search for me and the other five women. For the next seven hours I was praying to God to hide me from the Hutus. I was terrified. The thought of them coming back made me want to vomit. I could not handle it again. Then a sign from God popped into my mind. I asked the pastor to move his wardrobe in front of the bathroom door. I practically had to beg him. But finally he agreed. I felt a little safer, but I still prayed to God. I did not know how much I needed God right now.