My Dear Friend

I sit here all alone—

In my room—

Such a mess.

I’m starting to remember all I have to do.

I’m starting to think about all that I could’ve done.

I’m beginning to fall in that hole I know so well.

And I don’t know if I’ll make it back up.

But when I’m nearing my lowest point,

And I’ve almost given up,

My dear friend leans in and reaches for me,

And when I don’t grab His hand right away,

He waits there.

Listening to me moan.

Empathizing with my stress.

Heart aching as my heart is aching.

Until finally,

I realize this one simple thing:

All I really need is right there.

He is just there—

So near.

So eager.

Hoping that one day I come to Him.

Hoping that one day I learn He is all I need.

 

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