To Love Again
Mia L. Hazlett
Step out on faith and I will guide your path. Put your trust in my hands and you shall never want. Follow me and you will forever have true love. But she had no faith. She did not trust. And she followed her path instead of His. He knew she would hurt. He knew there would be pain. He knew she was on the detour, but He let her go. Because He knew, when the time was right and her heart grew weary; He would guide her back to His path.
As her faith faded, a slight splinter formed. When the trust mocked her, the separation began. And as the love diminished, her heart finally gave way…and shattered. It shattered. For so long she was the gatekeeper to her soul, the controller of her destiny. And through her own fault she brought the demise of her own peace.
So when she returned to Him, it didn’t matter that she had left. He only cared that she had come home. It wasn’t about punishing her for the errors of her ways, but healing her through the love she thought was forever lost. He dusted off her faith and began to answer her prayers. He redeemed her trust in Him, for He was all she needed. Piece by piece He mended her heart. And it mended, for He was preparing for it to love again. His Spirit now guarded her soul and controlled her destiny. And it was through Him, peace was restored.
Filed under Christian, God, love
By: Mia L. Hazlett
Does anyone ever live their days like they are their last? At some point you fall into routine. You don’t really think about what you are doing anymore…you just do. You rush around and forget about what is important, until who’s important is gone. And she is gone. My little Jessie wasn’t there when we got to school today. They had marked her absent and just assumed she didn’t come or gone to a different school. From that point on, I haven’t followed my normal routine. And I’ve been living every second trying to relive my last moments with her.
Jessie’s head wobbles on the seat as she lay unconscious. God I hope he didn’t overdose her. She drank the entire juice box with whatever Voz, The Medicine Man, had put in there. That isn’t my part in this whole play. I’m just the Body Snatcher. Kev was Stake Man and he will be The Negotiator once I get her to The Spot. I didn’t think I could do it, but I can’t get this fifty grand out of my head. Voz says when we’re done, we can all call ourselves Banker. I’m just two miles away from The Spot. Just go ahead and call me the Banker.
There’s not one person that walks this earth that can take care of my Jessie the way I can. I left the coorperate world to stay home and raise my baby. I had just taken up looking for a part-time morning job. I could drop Jessie off in the morning, pick her up in the afternoon and take her to the little ballet classes around the corner. Even though I changed my entire life for her, I just added her to a different routine.
What the hell do I do? What the hell are all these cop cars doing around The Spot? This is not part of the plan. Who tipped them off? Oh damn, not Kev. They can’t take Kev! I drive by The Spot and watch two policemen escort Kev to the car. His head is down and they have his hands behind his back in cuffs. Voz stands on the front porch and gives me some hope that they haven’t figured us out. They may have not figured us out, but they’ve unknowingly taken away The Negotiator. No Negotiator, no fifty grand.