A Good Listener

She fell to her knees and cried red hot tears. She let words flow from her lips that had been pushed down, deep into her heart for so long. She bowed her head to the earth, as if her head were too heavy to carry anymore. Her chest heaved with every wailing breath, her hands clenching at the earth in an attempt to keep her from falling apart.

Everything was falling apart around her, and she was lost and scared and frustrated. Every door had been closed, every opportunity lost. Where could she go, and what was she going to do? She was tired-the kind of tired that sleep can't fix. No matter how hard she prayed she found little solace, and she was afraid her feelings would swallow her whole.

Maybe she is me, grasping at straws and filling up journals with my prayers and petitions to God to guide me through my days. Maybe she is you, worrying about your children and your loved ones, your jobs and your bills.

I don't know how to help her, other than to remind her she isn't alone. And that she is loved. And that the sun always shines after the longest of nights, and that God is with us, no matter what.

❤️Richelle