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Visions
When I was younger and I would get sad, I would pretend that when I opened my eyes, I would see an angel. That angel would be there solely for the purpose of comforting me. But I never saw one. I would just be in an empty room.
When I got a little older, I hoped to see Jesus when I opened my eyes from crying. I hoped I would see him when I turned a corner, sitting in one of our chairs with a smile, ready to tell me everything would be okay. But every chair and sofa would be empty.
Today, I peeked out of the corner of my eye. I tried to catch a glimpse of an angel or anybody that might be there. Instead, I had to face the fact that I was alone. That yes, there may very well be a God but no, a vision from him won't just pop up out of nowhere.
I got jealous of those people who saw Jesus in their Cheerios.
When I got a little older, I hoped to see Jesus when I opened my eyes from crying. I hoped I would see him when I turned a corner, sitting in one of our chairs with a smile, ready to tell me everything would be okay. But every chair and sofa would be empty.
Today, I peeked out of the corner of my eye. I tried to catch a glimpse of an angel or anybody that might be there. Instead, I had to face the fact that I was alone. That yes, there may very well be a God but no, a vision from him won't just pop up out of nowhere.
I got jealous of those people who saw Jesus in their Cheerios.