Cynicism. Hold up.

It was you, the little one, who followed His hand. You watched for Him, talked with Him, and said yes to Him at a wee age. It was real and although you watch with squinted eyes now, He still is Him.

The wee one grew and the world became more complex. Demands for reason took a stand while child like faith sat down. Science. Seeing. Broken promises from broken people. How could He possibly be in this earth and still be recognized as good? Scoff.

The close ones, your blood, still seek His face. They still live alive and wake to mercy anew. You claim it's their crutch, although something inside can not completely relinquish that heartbeat. The peace. The one that passes all understanding. He still is Him and He is still alive inside of you.

I'm not saying they had the right to hurt you. Because they didn't. You judge their white shrouds because you know underneath is black. Shh. Just for a quick minute. Turn away from them and close your eyes to Him.

Shhhh.

You will never find all the answers to your cynicism, but you will find rest. You will find peace. You will find love. He has never stopped loving you, even though you question. Even though you search through books and blogs and remain aloof with educated elites, He is still seeking you.

And He will search to the ends of the earth until He finds you. Because you were made for Him.