Turn Your Eyes

It was in those days. 

When I didn't know where to turn. When my teenage heart was beating wildly. When thick black smoke  was wrapping itself around me. When I felt I had to make a choice. When I would wake up having felt like I had relived through everything. Again.      

But it was in those days when I saw something that lives on inside of me. 

Because you see that black smoke wrapping itself around me it was choking me. And I felt alone. And I felt myself collapsing. 

Then someone turned my way. He walked straight to me with a steady pace. He picked me up and held me. 

And as the smoke cleared and I turned my eyes on him...

I knew. 

I knew that  nothing else mattered.

(Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.
Helen H. Lemmel)