Chapter 2

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I picked up the sword, and walked through the door. As I looked to see what was in there, I saw Him and I know that I would cherish this moment for as long as I lived. As I saw Him, I noticed the holes in His hands and feet. I knew this wasn’t a dream. As I walked closer, He held out one of His hands.

I couldn’t do anything. My body moved against my own will. And so, I held out my arm, and took hold of His hand. As I felt him grab my hand, I was filled with this overwhelming sensation. I felt his light fill me, His love took over my body, and I felt my heart lighten. Then, I saw Him come closer, and wrap His arms around me.

That was when I truly felt His warmth. He told me that everything would be alright, so long as I remembered His warmth. That wouldn’t be hard. How could I ever forget something like that? It wasn’t possible. Or, so I thought. I didn’t know what I would face. I couldn’t know what hardships I’d go through.

I didn’t think that I’d ask Him such a question but, I did. “So… Why did you choose me?” Not sure why I asked… I mean, did that really matter? He was holding me in His arms. He wasn’t going to let me be hurt.

So why did I need to know?

Did I feel insecure?

Did I feel out of place?

What?

“Because, you were the one to notice my light.” I heard Him say this, and my eyes widened. I was the first one? How could someone like me be the first one? I wasn’t anywhere close to being like Him… So, why?

“You can become stronger. You can protect your loved ones. And you can save yourself, from the darkness within.”

“The darkness… Within? What do you mean?”

“You can be freed from your sins.”

How could that even be possible?

What did I do to deserve something as great as this?

What made Him show me that light?

He finally took His arms away from me, and I saw Him start to fade.  I knew I’d see Him again. I just knew it.

“Thank you.” I whispered. I felt Him by my side, though He had already left. I don’t know just how someone as holy as Him, could possibly think that I was worth something. I mean, to be honest, I didn’t pray. I didn’t thank Him for what wonderful days He’d given me. Sure, I celebrated Christmas, and Easter, and others. But, did I do because of Him? Or just because of the celebration that the people had? 

I never came to ask myself this. I guess it really hadn’t crossed my mind, though.

But, how many times has He prayed for me?

How many times has He celebrated for me?

How many times has He cared for me?

I found myself unable to answer these questions. But, I had so many I wanted to ask Him. So many that were circling through my mind.

But would I ever get an answer to them?

Would He find a way to tell me?

Or would He leave me clueless?

Did He know my thoughts?

Could He tell what was on my mind?

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