Vulnerable

I can see the outline of his figure in the distance but I have no doubt its Him.
I journey closer and closer to where He stands around a campfire.
When I reach the edge of the campsite and fire, I see the rawness of Him sitting there on the log.
For once, He doesnt look at me, but only the fire.
I am shocked to see a side of Him I never considered: the vulnerable.
I slowly breach in to the circle of the camp and ease myself down to the ground at His feet.
I lay my hands and head in His lap.
He strokes my hair and I later feel wet droplets hit my head. I look up in shock.
Why is He crying?
His hands come to encircle and cup my face.
He smiles gently.

"I have never given up on you and will not.
I always offer my heart to you whether you will accept it or not."

His hands move to rest on my heart.

"But you see.
I made you after my own heart.
So, as you desire my acceptance, I also desperately desire yours."

inspired from the second chapter of Wild at Heart by John Eldridge.