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wasn’t sure about my own faith at the moment, but I knew that my mother had believed in the power of God with every fiber of her being. Not once during her sickness did I ever see her get down or discouraged. Instead, she had always been positive that she was going to be healed. I regretted not being more like her. Hoping to avoid thinking about the beast just outside the door, I focused on her instead of the problem at hand. I remembered the calm assurance she’d had during her chemotherapy. I remembered her testimony about the healing nature of God. I remembered the absolute lack of fear.
    What I needed more than anything else was that same unwavering belief that God could still work miracles. If my mother had been here with me, her faith was so strong she could have prayed a door into existence. I needed a miracle right now.
    I focused on that kind of intense belief and tried to imagine what it must feel like to know that all of Heaven was at your disposal if only you knew how to ask. Mama had known, and there was a lot I could have learned from her.
    The heady fragrance of blueberries was like an aerosolized insulation, temporarily shielding me from all of the evils that were being perpetrated around me. For the briefest of moments, I felt calm, safe, even reassured. Maybe it was just the thought of my mother that did the trick. Or maybe it was the thought of her faith that gave me strength.
    “God, please don‘t let me die in the bowels of this prison,” I sank to my knees. “Deliver me, Lord. Show me the way out.”
    I shook and shivered with each word, and it was all I could do to kneel down and stay bowed in supplication. I thought of my mother’s example and forced myself to talk to God. It had been years since I had done such a thing. I wasn’t sure if He would hear me now after ignoring Him for so long.
    The minotaur didn’t seem to care about my prayers. He continued attacking the door with a reckless abandon, intent on getting inside. The labyrinth trembled around me as the beast tried to force his way in. Meanwhile, I held fast to the jar of jelly and tried to focus on the memories it represented.
    The beast’s growling quickly turned to prolonged shrieks of pain as a second voice howled out its fury for all the world to hear. Although I couldn’t see what was happening on the other side of that wall, it sounded like two tornadoes had collided and were in the process of destroying everything in their path. Evidently the minotaur wasn’t the only inhabitant of the labyrinth. I tried to conjure an image of something equally as horrible, and it was one time I wished my imagination wasn’t quite so vivid.
    They continued fighting, roaring with anger, attacking each other. I hoped the minotaur was losing the battle, although that meant there was something even more terrible to face. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
    As the battle raged on the other side of the wall, I wondered if my prayer had worked, if God had actually sent one of His angels to rescue me. Whatever was on the other side of the wall didn’t sound like an angel. Then again, I didn’t really know what kinds of sounds angels made.
    Knowing it was fruitless to speculate, I kept praying instead, just like my mother would have done. Within a minute the clippety-clop of hooves faded as the minotaur fled. I couldn’t believe my luck. Then I realized luck had nothing to do with it.
    My mother would have been proud, and I resolved to give her a call if and when I ever got out of this place.
    The fact that the minotaur was gone lifted my spirits, but I was still trapped inside this room of broken glass and spilled sins. Slimy hands, wet eyeballs, salacious tongues, and other severed organs littered the floor. It looked like a dissection lab had blown up, and I had absolutely no idea how to get out. The door was in shambles, but miraculously it still held.
    I placed both hands on the broken door and pushed as hard as I could. I