I have dug so far down into this never-ending pit, that even as I look up, no sunlight is to be found. I do not realize the ultimate pain I have inflicted upon myself until it is too late. I slump down into my empty pit, all alone, lost even to myself. I feel as if there is nowhere else to go.
Face down on the ground I begin to cry. As the first tear falls down my cheek, the bucket inside my soul spills out onto my face. Overwhelmed by the piercing realization that I’m all alone, I begin shrieking, yelling at the top of my lungs, asking for the smallest bit of hope, crying out for help—any at all.
A sliver of light appears—from where, I do not know—but my heart is beginning to slow it’s pace and my tear-stained face begins to dry. I desperately look, trying to find the source of light.
I call out, “Is anyone there?”
And that’s when I heard it—the sweetest voice I ever heard—Jesus.
He climbed down into my hole, looking at every rough edge along the walls from where I painfully forced myself to dig deeper and harder. I saw his eyes fill with tears as he felt the grooves indentured from the digging. When he finally reached me at the bottom of the pit, he reached out his hands and held me in a long embrace.
I felt myself crumbling to the floor—my legs giving out, becoming jelly under my body—and then the arms of my Savior holding me up. He looked me in the eyes and began cleaning away the dirt and grime that had for so long become apart of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he took a hold of me and began slowly carrying me out of my man-made black hole.
The sunlight became brighter and brighter as it danced across my skin and warmed the once frozen places of my heart. My lips formed a curved line across my face that felt like a long-ago memory, as I laughed and smiled and began dancing with my Savior! The joy that filled me and seemed to overflow from within me, helped me to stand tall as I looked over my shoulder and saw the gaping black hole that controlled my life for so long. I began to cringe, but then I heard my Best Friend call to me from up ahead, “Come with me, my child.”
My heart sang songs and my feet danced wonderfully beneath me as I walked hand-in-hand with the man who not only came to my rescue, but who walked right alongside me, even climbing down into the deepest places of my soul, just so I could be with Him in this very moment—and forever and ever; happily ever after.
"let him return to the LORD, that he may have compassion on him, and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon." ~Isaiah 55:7~
