It was like an invitation for me to come home.
To a place that was familiar but one I’ve never been to.
He was calling out to me and I answered His call with welcoming tears and prayers from a yearning heart and a tired soul.
I couldn’t stop a single tear that was brimming from the corner of my eye.
It wasn’t just a normal cry.
I was pouring out to Him for help, for comfort, for gratitude, for hope and for relief from all the fatigue.
I feel refreshed now. Alive and willing to start all over again.
Pray for the best. Hope for the best. Willing to do my best.
If God wills.