As I lay with my face against the ground. Tears making tiny rivers in the mud. My body aches as the sobs wrench out of me. The cold seeps to the very core of me. Doubt and frustration rule my thoughts. Questions plague me. "What did I do wrong?" "Am I not enough?". I feel naked and exposed. All my wrong doings and mistakes are my only company in this vast wasteland.

I never saw Him. How could I have? I was blinded by my pride and my fear. He stood tall and strong. Ageless He was as if time itself dare not touch Him. A fierce leader but a gentle healer. His hands have bandaged many wounds. He can come no closer though. The pain in His eyes are so raw you look away. His voice is so deep and rich, so full of love. But I can not hear it nor can I see Him. You see He will not force me to choose Him. I have to ask for Him to come to me.

Written by Justine N.