The room is quiet.
The night feels heavy.
A little boy lies under his blanket, eyes wide open.
And he whispers…
“Jesus… are You there?”
He pauses, as if listening.
“I think You are. I mean, they say You are.
But… why does it hurt so much?”
He pulls the blanket closer to his face.
“Why do I feel so alone even when people are around me?
Why do people leave?
Why do I feel like I’m not enough?”
His small voice cracks.
“I try to be good. I try to smile.
But sometimes the inside of me feels broken…
and I don’t know how to fix it.”
Another pause.
“I don’t need a big miracle or shiny wings or anything…
I just want to know You’re with me.
Even if I can’t see You.”
He waits a few more seconds, then wipes his eyes.
“I know You’re busy with a lot of people.
But if You hear me…
can You maybe hold my heart tonight?
Just for a little while?”
A deep breath. A whisper almost too quiet to hear.
“Because I trust You, even when it hurts.”
And with that, he closes his eyes.
Tears still on his cheeks.
Faith still in his heart.
