Coming Home

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.

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