Face it. You screwed up.
You’ve tried to run from Him. That does about as much good as trying to hide in a hay field.
You can wander aimlessly, pretending He doesn’t see your every move.
Or you can face Him.
You have to.
And so you dare to come before the throne. Hesitant. Terrified. Knowing full well what you deserve.
He is there. Waiting.
You are on your knees before Him.
I know what I’ve done. I knew what I was doing when I did it. I know what I’ve done to us, and I regret it.
Tears. You know what you have lost.
I am so sorry.
Grief. Separation. A pain that aches to your core.
I know what I deserve.
You can’t face Him. Bury your face in your hands.
He steps down.
He comes to you.
You brace for whatever He wants to do. You will accept it without question.
Try to stop the tears. Face it bravely.
This is your own undoing.
He comes to His knees.
Two scarred hands, pulling you close.
Right into His arms.
And He holds you.
You fall to pieces.
He loves you.