She stood there, alone, weak.
She was surrounded by everything she wanted to be.
She saw the strength she longed for in everyone around her.
She had no idea how she could ever arrive where her heart longed to be.
She watched them, day after day, trying to figure out the source of their strength.
She determined that it was given to them, daily, but she didn’t know who the giver was.
Her weakness drove her to stop watching.
She stopped going to this place where everyone seemed so strong.
She was empty.
She curled up and wanted to disappear.
As she lay there, seemingly lifeless, she was startled as a man stood in front of her with his hand out, asking for her hand.
This man was a stranger whom she’d never met before, yet she knew she could trust him.
She placed her hand in his and they walked together, down a path that felt very familiar.
She saw her younger self, cold and alone in the back seat of a sports car. As she looked closer, she saw this man standing next to the car, protecting her.
They walked further and she saw herself as a teenager sitting in the dark, crying. The phone that had been thrown at her was still just inches away from her feet. This man was there, sitting next to her, wiping her tears away.
The next scene they watched took place in the house she lived in when she was married and her children were young. This man lifted her up off the floor when she felt completely defeated.
Time moved past them like a kaleidoscope as they walked through the next several years of her life.
She saw him reach down and pick her up out of a deep pit she saw no way out of.
She saw Him offer her a new heart and a renewed mind. She accepted both.
She felt forgiven and loved unconditionally.
She felt Him exchange her weakness for strength.
She returned to that place as a forgiven, loved, renewed, and strengthened woman.
She felt Him standing next to her.
She had everything she longed for.