My Dear Friend
I sit here all alone—
In my room—
Such a mess.
I’m starting to remember all I have to do.
I’m starting to think about all that I could’ve done.
I’m beginning to fall in that hole I know so well.
And I don’t know if I’ll make it back up.
But when I’m nearing my lowest point,
And I’ve almost given up,
My dear friend leans in and reaches for me,
And when I don’t grab His hand right away,
He waits there.
Listening to me moan.
Empathizing with my stress.
Heart aching as my heart is aching.
Until finally,
I realize this one simple thing:
All I really need is right there.
He is just there—
So near.
So eager.
Hoping that one day I come to Him.
Hoping that one day I learn He is all I need.