Alone in the Rain

"I saw her. She stood there, with her head low. Alone. At the back few rows. She looked there, her heart burdened, but she could not move a step. Everyone else, the entire room full of people her age has already stepped out of their seats to the altars, responding to the call. They are willing to surrender. They want to find their purpose and destiny in Him. They are willing to follow Him. They are willing to obey. They are willing to be strong men and women, adults, and not kids nor wimps. They are doing the right thing, and she knows that.

She knows she too should be making that response like everyone else, for it was the right response. However, she just couldn't. She was struggling. She too wants to make that same response, to give in and fall into those assurring arms. But, she couldn't. There were too many strings attached, invisible ones that people do not know of. She couldn't. She did not want to make empty promises again! She did not want this to be yet again another one-off thing. All she wants to do is run and hide.

The thing that everyone responded, except her, drew out the very very obvious line, bringing out a very important point. She was no longer part of them. She has changed so much, that things can never be the same again. She was no longer part of them anymore. And when dismissed, she hurriedly took her stuff and flew off, running away, finding a place, a hole, to dig, burry, and hide."

--Fern--