“Yeah,” Aaron said as he wiped the tears away. “You’re right,” Then he lifted his head up, and looked forward.
But, the thought of the words I speak… Can I really listen to myself? How will I know that I won’t run away? After all, in the end I’m no one special, I’m not superhuman, and I’m certainly not strong. My sense of humanity could be my downfall… But, why must that be? I want to know I can face these problems without my body shaking, without the thought of running racing through my mind.
Looking down to my sword, I just didn’t know what to think. Right now I felt like I was just sinking into a sea of doubt. Darkness seemed to overpower the light, and I began to wonder just what I could do. Is this what I get for being human? For having sin inside of me? I was lost. Confused and wondering.
My heart grew ever so heavy, and I couldn’t even hold up my body any longer. My legs weakened, and I fell to the ground, seeming to lose all hope inside of myself. I remember the first time I met Him. The holiness I felt in that moment is something that I shall never forget. The endless amounts of thoughts going through my head were enough to make me go crazy, but it was all worth it.
I want to have it happen all over again. To be able to see Him like I did that first time. Was that possible? I thought about all that I had been through to get to where I am now. The battles I’ve faced, the pain I’ve experienced, and even the suffering I’ve seen others go through.
What was all of that for?
Why did I decide to come on this journey?
Would I turn back home if I had known everything that was going to happen—that I would face such problems?
It pains me to think that I would turn my back on Christ for my own selfishness and wellbeing. But it wasn’t in vain—that much is true. I had been through all of that for a reason. I took a chance and picked up that sword, willing to fight for Him. But He also took a chance on me, and I knew that this was the right choice.
Aaron looked down to me, seeming somewhat confused. “Are you okay, Heather?” he asked me, holding his hand out helping me up off from the ground.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” I reply. “Just lost my balance is all.” I wanted to conceal the pain I was going through, so I wouldn’t make my brother worry.
“Thanks for helping me, earlier. It really means a lot to me.” Aaron gave a smile, probably trying to lift my spirt up.
I couldn’t find any way to respond to him, so instead I just nodded my head. How was it possible to thank him for all that he had done for me? In a way, Aaron kind of reminded me of Him. The way he was so kind and caring to other people, trying his best to help everyone he could. He was obviously a better being than I was. But that’s why I admired him so much. Who else could be so kind, than He?
A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve done any updating for this story, so I decided I should do some more. I actually got inspiration for this chapter while listening to the song, Cry Out to Jesus by Third Day. If you haven’t heard it, I highly suggest you listen to it, as it’s a truly amazing song. Hopefully I can get back on to my regular updating schedule again, soon, but with NaNoWriMo, it might be a little bit difficult. I really hope you could enjoy this chapter and thank you for reading. :D
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The Light in the Dark
SpiritualA young girl tries to find her faith. She struggles with a battle, and love. She feels His love, she knows He cares, but, does she believe that He will care for her? Is she just another one who failed? As she tries to figure these questions out, He...
