In my pitch black soul days.
Bottom of the barrel days.
He (as in He) sent me a pretty clear message that He’d not lost sight of who I was, even if I’d stopped believing it.
Among a confusion of empty bottles and cigarettes left to burn down in ash trays, loud music and a bunch of drunk strangers who’d invaded her home, a terrified five year old girl wandered into that confusion, grabbed ahold of my leg-
And held on for dear life.
I think of that little girl quite often…when I need reminding.