The Letter.

Dear Child,

Will you let me love you?

I long to hear your voice, even if it i so only the weak mutterings of a broken soul. I want you to open up, and tell me a little bit about your day. What's on your mind, will you tell me please? This silence is breaking me heart. I know your incomplete and unsatisfied, but that is why I am here. I can mend, I can complete.
I am painless and effortless, if you would simply allow me to get inside.

You a fearful while I am FIXED.

You are flawed while I am ABSOLUTE.

You are selfish while I am FLAME.

Yet you are still afraid of me? Let go. Release this. I promise you...

It's worth it.

Trust fall.

Can we please take this slow? I'm uneasy and afraid. My bruises still hurt and my wounds still bleed. Take me hand, but don't move to fast. This is harder than one would think.

What would it be like to close my eyes, cross my arms, lean back, and fall fall fall. To let go of the rope, the rotting grasp of fatal security, and fall willingly into the arms of the One who whispered, "I am here. I am faithful. I am now."

This, to me, is horrifying. But there seem to be no other options. What would it be like to trust, to release the worthless and disappointing grasp on this world in order to finally fully taste, to breath, to be free? This world has everything one could imagine, but nothing one needs.

I am small. This, is huge.

I am battling so many emotions and fears and clinging to every reason as to why I am inadequate of being swept up and letting go of these menacing doubts.

If I fall, will you promise to catch me?