At the King's Feet

On a bright and balmy eve, a certain lady has no more tricks up her sleeve ... no way for her heart to continue to deceive its self and God. On the edge of a drive that overlooks the cities lights, she cried out, alone, broken. Harboring no more ill beliefs about Jesus, herself and others. Still, she could not help but to reflect on how some friends were so sugary sweet on the outside; yet so full of lies of which they may not have known. Wide open was her heart to ones such as these, but they came with fangs not apparent at first, biting her to slake their thirst. The red current of her young, redeemed blood had been poisoned on the inside. Thus her walk with Jesus came to a screeching halt for a time, so that she could place her brokenness at her King's feet. Then she turned all of her heart to Him, her one and only true friend. He gathered and held her tight in His arms, taking all the hurt and mistrust on the inside of Himself. She knew that she had a safe place to go in order to learn and grow from what truly were poor choices... poor choices which were hers alone with no one else to blame. With Jesus she'd always have a home with the one who loves her and treats her like He said He would. So she was able to walk on her feet in this world again with her life-long friend.