cave

There are things that only God can say to me. 

There are ways in which only He can love me. 

There are parts of me that only He can see.

I am in a dark, deep cave in my life right now, and I know there is no one in the whole wide world who can help me out, apart from the Man at my very side. But I am so lost and stubborn and far gone that I won't let Him edge even the most sensible suggestion in. There are pit-stops and flickers of light from the ceiling. There is sustenance now and again, and often He'll warm me with His presence. But mostly it is a long, cold journey of pain and brokenness and shame.