Greetings earthlings! My friend (I'm looking at you Kristie!) found this story I've piddling around with and told me I should post it here. She even went so far as to hack my email so she could create this account. Seeing as she put in all that effort…I may as well comply with her wishes, no?

This is the first time I ever post my writing online so take it easy on me? Pretty please? Constructive criticism is welcome if it will help improve my writing or the story, otherwise…don't be a meanie LOL

This first part is really short, just an intro of sorts.

On with the show - err - story!


For I know the plans I have for you," says the LORD. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. - Jeremiah 29:11 NLT

Tears are funny things, just small streams of salty water that run from the eye. They are versatile, showcasing such a large range of emotion, meaning so many different things.

They squeeze from between tightly shut lids and cascade over grinning lips when joy is overwhelming. They barge out of the ducts and charge angrily down dripping from the chin, often without permission, when rage is the strongest emotion. They slip from the eyes softly when the heart breaks, hang from lashes before leaving salty tracks when pain overtakes the soul.

Those are the tears I know most about. The tears of pain, of sorrow. Physical pain yes but mostly pain of the soul, the kind that doctors can not fix.

There is hope.

Hope for recovery is like a light. It is not like the guiding beam of a lighthouse sweeping through clouds and guiding many. No hope is more like a candle. It is like a lone flame, small and wavering but never going out. It pierces the darkness just enough to drive away the worst of the shadows, giving just enough glow to keep moving forward. It calls us, inviting us closer to its small warmth. What is this beckoning candle, this hope?

It is Jesus of Nazareth.

So…keep going or toss it out and flee the site?