She entered the Church for the first time nervous and scared. She didn't know what to expect but she was desperate; desperate for help, hope, and relief.
The shame and guilt she carried was so great she felt as though everyone could see it. She makes her way to a seat, sits down completely unnoticed. The emptiness grew even bigger within her.
As the service began she realized how alone she felt surround by a big group of people laughing and hugging and visiting. She began to fill out of place.
But she stayed...
She was desperate to learn about this Jesus that could save her, free her and heal her. She stayed in hopes of finding Him.
As the service began to draw near to the end the invitation was given and the altar was open. Not sure what she was to do she felt a uncomfortable tug to go. Shaking, scared and broken she kneels at the altar and begins to cry. Having no idea what to say she feels someone kneel beside her and they begin to whisper all the words she was searching for but couldn't find or say through the tears and pain.
The altar...someone needs you there.
