The first time I fell into the depths of despair.
I asked God why?
Was it because of my failure?
God sent someone to help me.
To point me back to Him.
I thought that was the deepest depth I had reached.
I thought it was me.
I thought.
He brought my deeper still.
A second time.
I asked God why?
I knew it was Him who let it be.
And I couldn't go back to Him.
Like a child angry at his father.
I wanted to run away.
Run away from him.
And I did.
And the further I ran.
As I tried to escape.
I thought I ran off.
I ran towards the darkness
Because the darkness seemed more comforting
Yet I found Him at the end again.
In the darkness.
In the darkness I might still remain.
But He's there isn't he?
I'm reminded.
No stain, No pain, No shame too deep.
God of the impossible.
I know. I'm not the only one that has this journey.
Two of my closest friends have found the depth time and time again.
Perhaps it's our destiny. But He is in control.
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