Cold
A little misty
Unclear

Warmth
A little further out
Unreachable

You see your goal
Out in the distance
But somehow you're lost.

You try and run
Towards the finish line
That so-called finish line
Created by yourself.

All this time
Not realizing
That you're surrounded by heaven -
Clouds costumed as fog.

What you thought were obstacles
Was really just the Lord
Wrapping Himself around us
And asking us to stop and be filled with Him.

When it is time,
The clouds will lift off,
Clearing the way
For His will to be done.

A moment
Realizing you have no control
And that your life is on the line.

A fall
Tumbling to who knows where
And you try to grasp for security.

A landing
Planning for the worst
And feeling pain shooting through your body.

A passerby
Looking at you sitting there
And walking right past you.

A loner
Wondering who to ask for help
And knowing the past is no longer dependable.

A helping hand
Stopping to care
And giving comfort when all is hurting.

Another long journey of healing
Walking slowly
And learning to see things differently.

A Christmas gift
Giving is what it's always been about
But receiving is what completes the thought.

The pain,
The hurt,
The tears,
Alone

But humbled.

You've seen,
You've heard,
But until you've experienced
Are you truly humbled.