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I Am Here
by Michelle Roufley I Am Here Searching for life's lessons, I warm the pew twice weekly, embracing the words, grasping for hope. I interrogate the message asking, "What's in it for me?", as my red leather bound Bible sits lonely on the shelf softly whispering, "I am here." My thoughts tumultuously reaching for God's plan for me. Circles in my head angrily ask, "What do you want from me Lord? I need answers." I go to bed replaying the sermon and pass by the book on my night stand as it softly whispers, "I am still here." I wake in the morning, my stomach rumbling from the weight in my heart. There is something that I feel I need, but I am lost. I can't shake the persistent tug that there is something I am missing. I leave the house with not a glance to my lost companion as it softly whispers, "I'll still be here when you need me." After a long disheartening day, I flop down on my bed frustrated. I heave a sigh, trying to lasso my thoughts into some logical pattern. I flounder to my other side and knock my dear friend to the floor as it shouts "I am here! Look at me!" I pick it up, gently smoothing the cover. I feel apologetic as I draw it to my breast and hold it a moment. I open it up unintentionally, as my finger scrolls down a page. I start reading a passage. My burden is lifting. The emptiness inside my stomach that was satisfied nowhere else is being fed, as it tells me, "I forgive you." I ponder the words that were directly spoken to my soul. There is a wonder at why I looked in the great beyond for what was right here in my grasp. I look at the Word of God cradled in my hands as I feel in the core of my being the whisper "My child, I am here." New author trying to see if writing is my calling. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |