God is always there, waiting for you to stretch out your little pinky so that He can tug on it and engulf you in a never-ending warm hug.
God had a treasure house of blessing to shower you with, all you needed to do was place your hand on the faucet.
You just had to whisper God’s name and He would have sat beside you, wiped your tears. and when He’s with you your life problems are as simple as typing the wrong letter and having to press the backspace button.
God had your salvation waiting from the day you left the womb, like an exquisite show waiting for someone to lift the curtain.
When you were below sea level when all was dark and the pressure was banging against your ears, when all hope was lost God appeared and you were warmed by His rays.
You were oblivious, but all a long He had faith that one day you would call upon His name.
And you didn’t.
Instead you put your trust in money and fame, and you kept sinking lower…lower…lower. All the while God was whispering in your ear “ I’m here” but your iPod volume was too high.
For a split second you thought you heard something – you lifted your head tilted it to the left with your right ear perked up.
God repeated His message – I’m right here next to you.
And then you noticed that smudge on your shoulder, you scratched if off getting dirt under your finger nail and then you turned the volume up louder.
And all the while God had faith in you.
When you could go no further, your body was spread along the sea floor, your palms were cut by the rocks, and the seaweed was itching your skin – jelly fish could not distinguish your muddy body from the gravel floor,
Then – only when you had nowhere else to turn you lifted your eyes to God. And He had mercy.
This article was originally posted on Maidelle.com, an online magazine for Jewish teen girls to speak their minds. Check ou the site and read more articles and poetry submitted by girls worldwide and join the conversation!Jewish Press Staff
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