I may not believe it now, but I will someday.
Lost
I need a man to push me closer to God.
To grab my hands clinched in his and begin to pray fervently. To open up my bible and walk me through the chapters of John. To book mission trips in order to help the least of these and spread the Gospel just a little further.
I need him to remind me why I'm here. To remind me why I started. To point me back to the cross of the Man who gave it all. To help me remember where my strength comes from. To love me despite the times when I don't feel like praying or reading my bible.
I am lost and I need to be found.
I left willingly. I want to look back and know he's there, making sure I'm safe.
He knows I'll be back.
I pray he comes.
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