I rock. Forward. Back. Forward. Back. My hands rest gently on the swing. I sniff. I want to be alone. Just want to be alone. To be comforted. To just sit. Sit in my Lord’s presence.
“I’m hurting, Lord.”
Sniff.
A tear rolls down my cheek. A curl softly brushes along my chin.
Sniff.
I’ve done this before. I tried to do it myself. To make it on my own. I fall. I hurt. I’m in pain. I need Jesus. Need the healing of His presence. His touch. His life.
The soft breeze picks up. My skirt flaps around my legs. I shiver.
I lift my wet eyes to the sky. “I’m cold, Lord.” I brush the brown locks from my face.
The wind stills. The sun beams.
I’m warm.
I smile. “I’m warm, Lord.”
He cares.
God cares.
Talk to Him, my friend.
God. Cares.
Hardcore.Jesus.Girl. 