[ WP ] So then God says to me . . .

So then God says to me, `` My child. You've been struggling.'' I look down in shame. I manage to squeak, `` Yes sir.'' I can feel Him staring at me. Not in anger, not in annoyance, not in disappointment, but He looks at me in love. But of course, He is perfect. I'm the one who fucked up. 
 
 I'm the one who let others get to me. I'm the one who danced with the devil. I'm the one who should have asked for help. But God understands. He knows everything. And yet He loves me anyway. I try to look up, but there is a weight holding my head down. 
 
 `` No child, do n't look. Just listen. Do n't worry. You are here for a purpose. I have a plan. Trust in me. Have faith in yourself. I am always here for you. I love you. And I want you home, in due time.'' 
 
 I meekly respond, `` But why not now? What am I supposed to be doing? Why am I still here?'' I hear a quiet laugh. 
 
 `` Instead of always wondering what is is you should be doing, you should just do.'' 
 
 I muster up the strength to look up. I see a light off in the distance. I let out a sigh and go on my way.
