Safe in Jesus' Arms
She ran through the rain, in the dark, although she could not see where she was going. Soaking wet, and crying hard, she stumbled, but remained on her feet, still running. Her body, in so much pain, was crying out for her to stop. But her mind told her to keep running. So she did.
Seconds dragged by like minutes, as she ran further from her home. She did not know where she was going, nor did she know why she was going there. But she knew that she was never going back home. Collapsing, she landed at the foot of a tree, and it's strong branches gave her a small amount of shelter from the rain. The rain was pouring from the sky, just as the tears were pouring down her cheeks.
Lost and hurting, she curled her aching body up into a tight ball. There she lay, weeping bitterly, cold and frightened. But she knew she was safe. Jesus was holding her in his arms. He would never let her go.