She stepped out into the brisk cold evening air and started to walk. She walked hard and fast, trying to leave the heaviness she felt behind her somehow. The air was heavy with fog and the streetlights struggled to burn brightly.
The wind bit at her cheeks and as she reached the edge of the neighborhood homes the tears started to fall. She pleaded with God to show Himself…somehow in this heavy, ever hazy darkness…she needed Him to tell her the answer to it all, and to tell her why she has to hurt.
“Show me that you love me!” She yelled into the night. Nothing. Again she repeats this prayer and the plea is quieter each time. She knows who she is. She knows that there is good happening here and everywhere….but sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.
Then, the very next day while sitting in church she is reminded so vividly. “I DO love you, and I’ve shown you…at the cross, I gave up my own life, I suffered to show you just how much I love you.” A simple moment, belief…and faith in what really matters, once again. She is the child of the KING, and she will be in that palace in Heaven in the end…and there will be no tears.