Through the dense forest I run. I trample through the underbrush as sunlight
rains through the canopy. I run
swiftly. My clothes are tattered and I
am scarred by the thorns as they pass by my face. I scream; a guttural, ethereal scream that resonates
from the deepest part of my being. It
dares not make a sound, for this anguish is unparalleled. I fall, exhausted, mercifully at the water’s
edge and I weep--knowing my tears fill an ocean of grief. Finally, I have the strength to open my
eyes. As I gaze at the reflection before
me, I notice that I am not alone, He is there.
He has always been there. Gently,
I feel a hand on my shoulder and I am raised to my feet, ready to walk a new
direction, guided by the hand of God.
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