I picture the Father and I sitting on a park bench. It is always just me and him. It is my favorite time of the year, the fall. The crisp leaves falling on the ground and the crunch of the leaves underneath your feet. The bright beautiful colors all around.
It is my favorite, but it is also his favorite because I like it. He says to me, "I just want to be with you". I rest my head upon his shoulders and the tears fall down my cheeks. I think to myself, he wants to be with me too.
Many times I had felt alone and afraid, but I knew that each time he would be waiting for me to come and sit with him. He filled me with more of his Love and the fear became less and less. I had a friend who loved me for me. Someone who I could run to.
You should try it, he is always listening. I promise you, you will not be disappointed.