Come Out, Moon; Come Out, Wishing Star…

What is more difficult than the unknown? It is a darkness, a taunting darkness that tempts the idea of hopelessness and baits the selfishness of human hearts. It knows it can win; it can, it can, because darkness is only the birthplace of fear.

But it is the aloneness that cuts the deepest. The loneliness that crumbles like a castle built around you, shimmering like stone and then sifting away as shifting sand. When pieces fall, too small to be captured, to broken to be put together again — because even if they were, the walls rebuilt would not be unbroken. They would only be hiding their brokenness.

And it is now. Now is when I desperately need my Jesus.

I’m out here in the dark, all alone and wide awake—
Come and find me.
I’m empty and I’m cold, and my heart’s about to break
Come and find me.
I need you to come here and find me,
‘Cause without you I’m totally lost.
I’ve hung a wish on every star,
It hasn’t done much good so far.
I can only dream of you—
Wherever you are.
 


I AM NEVER ALONE.
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