I'm sitting atop a fallen tree, overlooking a peaceful, burbling creek at the bottom of the steep cliff that I am currently perched upon. There is construction of a bridge over the creek, connecting my perch with the lower path that leads out of the woods. The bridge is only partly completed, deserted until further notice by the boy who owns the forest. Not that he is in literal possession of it, but he knows it quite well and has spent many more hours becoming acquainted with the glorious place than I have. A fact that breaks my heart through no fault but my own. This part of me that is now sitting out here, enjoying the shade from my rainbow umbrella as I examine this quiet place is the part of me that so strongly wishes that I had enjoyed the security of these woods more than I did. In the waters of the creek I see a girl looking back at me. Quickly, she turns away, running out of the forest toward her companions. I had my entire childhood, and yet was better at suppressing my somber half than I am now. Back then, I never wanted to be alone. I hated loneliness. I feared it.
Now, being "alone" is not "loneliness." I have developed my walk with the Lord, now relying on His support more than the company of my siblings.
"Behold, I am with you always, even to the end of the age." ~Matthew 28:20
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