Sarah Cook

Mandy entered her room throwing her books at the foot of her bed, slamming the door shut behind her, falling flat on her face in her bed beginning to cry.  She had held back tears at school all day, and she could finally release them while no one was around.  She felt like a failure to everybody.   She knew her mother would be upset with the grades she had made on her report card, and she would blame it on her boyfriend.

"Oh, Mandy, you're your just not concentrating enough these days.  You just rush through your homework so you can talk on that cell phone."   She could just hear her mother now.  She hated when she was blamed for not concentrating or spending hours on her homework.  Why?  She cried louder into the pillow.

No one cared, no one knew, no one even noticed her pain.  She was so distraught with her life, she had even cut back on her breakfast and lunch, but no one noticed she had stopped eating.   She assumed they just didn't care.

She cried more when she thought about the wreck right after the prom.  She and her boyfriend were on their way to the after party, but they didn't make it that far.  It was a complete freak accident.    

What am I going to do about everything?  She asked herself.  I don't even know where to begin with everything that has happened.   Mom and I used to be so close, then she just cut me off when me and my boyfriend started dating.  She claimed I never talk to her anymore.  It was just school, peers, extracurricular activities, and her boyfriend.   So much was going on she couldn't keep it under control.  There was nowhere to turn and no one to look to until she remembered one who would always love her no matter how far she had drifted from him.  She swiped the tears from her face, sat down at her desk, and began to write, and this is what she wrote.

Dear God.

It's been a few months since we've chatted, or I've seen you last. I miss your spirit, but most of all I miss your loving words.   Your presence no longer comforts me. Are you still there? If so, won't you meet with me?  Anytime, anywhere, I promise I will be there. Just to feel your tender touch, encouraging my heart and soul.  I've tried praying, but I can't seem to reach you, so I thought sending a letter might show how much I would like to see you, to see your eyes reflecting in mine.   To see your nail scarred hands and feet reassuring me how much you cared for me that day when you sacrificed your life for mine.  To see your garments white as snow without a single spot of sin.   Where did my spotless lamb go? Did I drift so far away that you never sought me again?  Your presence used to guide me, what happened?  In the morning I will seek you, in the night seek you, in the noon I will seek you.   Meet me Lord Jesus I pray, please do not leave me at the alter unaccompanied in front of all my family who planned for months to see a wedding.  They have longed to meet you as much if not more than I. Our personalities mix like chocolate and vanilla ice cream.  I hope you receive this letter in time to rescue me from the satanic forces that seek to kill me.   Seek me Lord; I will step into darkness hoping to be marveled by your holy light.  Just a glimpse of your sweet innocent face strengthens my steps through this staggered road.   Just a breath of the air you inhale restores my soul.  Restore the joy I was once trademarked for.  Allow me to be the vessel you will flow through.  Allow me to be the light in the forest so that I might show others the way to your kingdom.  Please do not let it be long till we meet again.  I have taken the time to write you, won't you see the persistence?  Please come, I will be here through the day and in the mist of the night.   I will stand in sunshine or in rain just to feel your arms pull me close to you.  I will wait for you.  I will be here.

I hope and pray to see, and to maybe even feel you today(,) if not today, tomorrow for sure.

                                    Love always,

                                    Mandy, a soon to be servant for the king of all kings.