The trees have all turned over their leaves. The sky looks ominous at best. The sidewalks are vacant and a familiar fear encroaches on my once weightless heart. I close my eyes tightly as if I can seal out the storm so clearly brewing. I start to lose myself in the what if’s, scenarios and conversations to come. The anxiety is overflowing, seeping out of every pore like a disease targeting everything and everyone you love – contagious – spread not through touch but a mere look in their direction.
Don’t open your eyes. They’ll see you. They’ll know. Their innocent hearts don’t need any more exposure…
But then
A touch
I open my eyes and lock with His. A beautiful blue like the sky on a blossoming spring day and I’m reminded there is nothing to fear. Not anymore. This is not familiar, it’s new. It’s beautiful. It’s raw and sometimes flawed but it’s honest. This storm is merely doing its job. Bringing rain to much needed crops, cooling the earth to a more bearable temperature, blowing away the fallen seeds and making sure they’re planted for another day. It’s actually quite beautiful and even refreshing. I could hide all I want but it won’t stop the storm from coming. Perhaps I’ll run in it instead…perhaps he’ll run with me.
