I have no idea when I wrote this. I found it in an old journal that I never finished writing in. I’ve gotten this image recently, but I didn’t realize that I’d gotten it before. I think I might’ve been talking about either a sin I was struggling with or a family issue I needed healing from.
Kneeling, head bowed, she is too ashamed to face Him. With what little strength she possessed, she raises her hands toward Him and pleads for the strength to keep her hands open for Him to take and for Him to give.
Gently, He slips His hands in hers. “This is all you need.”