She just watched the rain fell into the ground from the windowpane. She had a blast from the past I thought. Memories came rushing like a river through her mind where she felt the need to trip down memory lane of either good or bad memories. She never had the chance somehow to show or express her side where she thought was unfair on her part. She would cry to sleep. She would listen to music just to ease the pain and asked, why me? These things kept bothering her over and over again as if it was like forever.
And to the extent that she would even believe in a lie that she was not worthy to be loved. It seemed that the weight of the world was on her shoulder and the burden she was carrying almost led her to give up. She couldn't longer bear the pain I thought.
She was desperate. She was living on the edge where she badly needed a ray of sunshine for her to see a little glimpse of daylight. She longed for comfort and encouragement. She needed an arm to hug her tight. She needed a Savior I thought.
May the force be with us.
