History

I remember it just like it was yesterday, sitting, listening. Mr. Kern telling HIStory, Jesus's story. How He came out of love and He died for me. Somewhere along the way I forgot that story. It was like I never heard it. I was lost. I punched things, hard things. Put a dent in the hood of my Monte Carlo, a visual reminder of my anger my pain. In the arms of a stranger I learned of Jesus' love once again. That one hug was all it took. That one hug brought me back to Him. If I feel like I am about to slip all I need is a solid grip a hug from the no longer stranger but friend.