I uncovered this story in some "dusty" files in my computer. I think I wrote it when I was twelve or so. Writing eloquently is not my area of expertise, however, this allegory of God and I is very dear to my heart. :)
“Come here child,” said He, reaching out His arms. Slowly I came, unsure of what he wanted. “Sit here,” He said, gesturing to His right. I sat, and then looked questioningly at Him. He stared into my eyes as if reading my soul. I looked away, but his gentle hands turned me back. He was reading me like a book, and it wasn’t pretty. He didn’t even have to talk for me to know what He was thinking, but He did anyway. He started with the little things, just listing things that He could read in my eyes, but soon they grew more uncomfortable as he dug deeper and deeper into my heart. I felt like crying as He listed my imperfections, everything that I had buried so deep, all of the old scars that never properly healed. He was opening and re-examining them. I felt like I was drowning as all of those were layered onto my heart like weights. He must have seen me floundering because He picked me up and said “Give them to me. Give them all to me and you’ll never have to worry about them again. I’ll carry them for you, just surrender.” I knew that if I didn’t I would drown in the mucky waters of depression and self denial. I looked back tearfully into His face, and then He smiled. All of the weights from my actions and wrong-doings were suddenly lifted. It was as if I was swimming in the ocean with a millstone tied to me feet, dragging me down, when suddenly someone else took it and handed me a life jacket. But still, after seeing so much, how could He ever look at me the same? He knowingly answered my unspoken question.
“Because I love you.”
~Annie
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