Doubt.
Fear.
There were cold, brick walls all around. I couldn't get out and no one could get in. Completely alone. All alone in a tiny damp cell.
I wanted out. I would pound at the wall, and cry out for Jesus to help me get out of there.
I wanted to be with Jesus.
If I could only get through the wall to Him.
I wanted Him to pull me out of that damp little jail. Hour after hour
I felt alone.
I felt I had failed Jesus.
And I couldn't find the door to freedom.
Yet now... I'm beginning to realize that during every hour that I felt alone, Christ told me I wasn't.
And every time I cried out for Jesus to help me get out to Him, He took my hand and told me He was there with me.
Every tear I cried Jesus caught and put them in a bottle.
I still struggle with the thought that Jesus really wants to hold me....
Yet on this journey I have realized just how caring and loving Jesus truly is.