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Brrr…it’s cold! I look up at the sky in wonderment. Where’s the sun? Hiding behind the clouds like a shy child hiding behind his mother’s back, peering out occasionally, bashfully at a stranger. The August wind of New England nips lightly at my face. Summer has not yet shown it’s warmth in its usual months, and now it’s almost over for sure. But that is not what I’m staring at the sky for. It’s not a wonder that the summer has not kissed my skin this year, as is the same every year.

I stare at the sky, through burning tears - they’re the hottest thing I can feel right now. Burning on my cheeks, and stinging my eyes. “Jesus, come get me, please!,” I beg at the clouds. I close my sopping eyes, as the salty fluid runs down my face like a stream of water running down a slope. I know Jesus will come back for me. It’s firmly written in the Bible - something I testify to everyday of my life. Even if I’m dead, He will come back and take me up with Him. What a beautiful thing to look forward to!

I think of the Rapture often - especially in trying times like this. Pleading with my ceiling each night to just send Jesus now. This minute. I think of how loud the trump of God will sound. How angelic The Archangel’s voice will ring into my ears, and I could be doing anything routine at any given moment, and within the twinkle of an eye I’d be vanished from this place of loneliness. Loneliness…it’s why I am begging now for Jesus to come back.

Sometimes it’s hard for a Christian to fit in, especially at the age of 20. Even with other believers, my own age, I feel so lonely. My Church friends are all in relationships, or younger than me. My one close friend who is my age, is in a relationship, and rarely has time for girl stuff. I love her dearly, and thank God everyday for her friendship - but she’s the only other 20 year old in the church…all the others are teens, or in their 30’s with families of their own. I’ve strayed far from God for a long time - and I’m regretting it now, because I’m reacquainting myself with the church family I’ve known for 6 years - but never really knew. People don’t invite me over for dinner, or to just hang out. I’m just there…someone they talk with when they see at Church, or anywhere else. The only comfort I’m getting is knowing that Jesus will invite me with open arms into his Home. Reality sets in. They’re all my friends, but Jesus is my only company.