Hot
tears sting dry cheeks as I sit alone in my driver’s seat.
The
cool, dark night is quiet.
Anger.
Sorrow. Guilt. Pain.
It
all weighs down on my shoulders.
Stacked
so carefully. So fragile.
The
slightest shift in my burdens could bring everything crashing down.
Leaving
me at the bottom of the pile.
My
mind is racing as I ask myself the same questions over and over and over.
Like
a broken record.
Why
is this happening? What did I do? Why is this happening? What did I do?
Every
natural instinct inside of me is telling me to find the quick fix.
I
mean, that’s what I should do, right?
Find
something to numb the pain for now.
And
when it comes back just carry out the process again.
Like
washing your hands.
Lather.
Rinse. Repeat.
And
it doesn’t matter who you hurt as long as you’re okay.
At
least that’s what I’ve heard they all say.
An
hour has passed and I still haven’t moved.
Maybe
if I sit here in the same spot and hold my breath somehow time will stand
still.
But
it doesn’t.
I
feel empty.
I
know there is a God.
And
a Savior too.
But
where are They now?
Why
have They left me when I needed them most?
I’m
scared.
Why
me?
What
did I do to deserve this?
I
keep asking question after question
Then
I stop for a moment.
Who
am I asking?
I
want all these answers and all this help yet up until now I haven’t said much
of anything to my Father above.
The
cogs and gears slowly turn in my head
And
I try to remember the last time I prayed before going to bed?
Or
prayed at all for that matter.
When’s
the last time I thanked him for my life?
For
my family?
Or
simply for the day?
I’d
been so caught up in the world.
So
focused on me.
I
ignored all that I’d learned each and every Sunday.
And
to make matters worst
I’d
shrugged off my scriptures too.
Left
them under me bed to collect dust.
Right
next to the box of old clothes and that binder full of football cards.
Another
hour has passed but I feel I’ve found something worth my weight in gold!
The
cure to all my feelings of anger and pain.
And
for the first time in a long time
I
bow my head.
Say
hello to my Father.
And
tell him I’m ready to change.
What
I felt next was so perfect.
So
pure.
It
was me who had strayed and fell away from His grasp.
But
He had always stayed and waited for me to come back.
His
scarred hands were outstretched this whole time!
But
I was too blinded and too proud to see that they were so close to mine.
Now
the road to change our lives isn’t an easy one.
But
through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, anything can be done.
No
matter what we do, Christ is there for us all.
Calm
and patient He waits to catch us when we fall.
-Elder Armstrong