One on One with God

I sit...All alone in my dark, soundless, empty room. I find myself on my knees on a bare floor. Constant tears fall from my eyes and forms a puddle of pain, guilt, and despair. My lips start to press together, slowing forming sounds which are words. Yet, who am I talking to if I am by myself? "Dear Lord, I know I have done many wrongs and I want to make it right. I know I have been in many struggles but I want to stop the fight. I know I have ran away but I am ready to come back home. I know you can hear oh Lord in the name of Jesus, please don't let me talk alone". I listen, and anxiously await for my Lord to reply. A drop of dust suddenly falls onto my tightly clucthed hands. He is here and listening and willing to understand. "I am so sorry oh Lord for all I have done. I have forsaken You and Your Son. I let the devil have a path to my heart. And I knew dear Lord it was wrong from the start. I ask for Your mercy and forgiveness for what I have done. I want to change from the way I let myself become. Oh Lord nothing goes right in my life. Everything is filled with pain and strife. I am constantly carrying a burden on my shoulders and I am about to break. I now realize coming back to You is the only way to escape. Please Lord still love me even though I have done wrong. I give up everything just to have you back. Please don't turn me away because I can't go on like that". Suddenly, a star shines so bright in the night that it lights up the room. A dead rose in a vase impetuously comes to life. A swift, forceful wind sweeps through the room. A paroxysm of joy comes over me. Even though He speaks without sound, He has taken me back. He is in my heart once again. Sigh of relief and lifted burden moves through my body. In my puddle of tears, I see the warmth and love of His presence. I am at rest. My mind and heart at ease. Thank You Lord. I love You. Amen...

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