100 Words

Cold air, clear night, bright stars. Earnest, longing, determined. Sure.

“God, take all of me. My life, my plans – use them for your purpose.”

Loss, numbness. Pain, grief. Anger

Family, home, faith. Gone.

In the emptiness, betrayals forgotten, are remembered.

Devastated, alone.

Tears fall. Silent sobs in the night.

“Why didn’t you stop it God? Were did you go? Why can’t I feel you?”

The stars are faint. Inky clouds mottle the darkness.

“You gave me all, I took it. You can’t see me, but I am here. You don’t understand, but it’s for my purpose.”