Place of Refuge

Here's a little "blurb" I wrote the other night. I'm not sure what inspired it-I just sort of started writing. Hope you enjoy it :)

Here in this never ending darkness, this place of fear and hopelessness, of trials and temptations, of desolation and desperation; here she kneels, feeling destitute, abandoned, lost. Silently weeping, tears running down her face and falling onto her knees, wanting nothing more than an inkling of hope, a scrap of courage, or even to feel a warm, comforting hand on her shoulder-someone to save her.

This was where He wanted her.

With hands clasped, desperately trying to make sense of it all, her silent weeping turns to sobs, bursting from the very depths of her being.

This is where it starts.

She's crying out in anguish, her desperate pleas evaporating into the emptiness that seems to engulf her. She screams out: "Why? Why am I all alone? Why won't somebody help me?"

That's where restoration happens.

Suddenly she feels the sensation of someone near, and she begins to hope once more that there is a way out of this deep, dark hole. She turns her face upward, hands outstretched, surrendering herself to Him. A nail-scarred hand reaches touches her shoulder, sending a surge of hope through her. The feelings of rejection, abandonment, and loneliness fade away, and the darkness begins to recede. Then a strong, powerful, gentle voice says "I have you in my arms. It's all going to be okay."

That is the place of refuge.