As I think of what to say after eleven days, an image fills my head. One that first struck me as pleasing, then slightly embarrassing. I am in God's arms. Not like an embrace, but like the hero after the battle takes his wounded friend into his arms and carries him home. It isn't very vivid. Few of them are anymore, save nightmares... but it's there, and I felt a sliver of restful peace.
Maybe it is too soon for me to say anything like this... but there might be hope for me still. Please don't give up on me, God. Don't ever let me go.
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