Dear Diary

Dear Diary, 

I feel alone. 

In a room of crowded people, I feel alone. 

I put a smile on my face to hide what I truly feel. 

Yet, I still wonder if people can see me. 

Really see me. 

Even if they do, will I let them into the thoughts in my head? 

Will I allow them to feel what I feel, hear what I hear, or see what I see? 

I feel alone. 

The type of loneliness that leaves for a moment in good company but lingers with me even as I leave the driveway.

Is there hope? The more challenging question is do I want it? 

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John 5:2-9 

Now there is in Jerusalem by the Sheep Gate a pool, in Aramaic called Bethesda, which has five roofed colonnades. In these lay a multitude of invalids--blind, lame, and paralyzed. One man was there who had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had already been there a long time, he said to him, "Do you want to be healed?" The sick man answered him, "Sir, I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up, and while I am going another steps down before me." Jesus said to him, "Get up, take up your bed, and walk." And at once the man was healed, and he took up his bed and walked."

The waiting may seem long. 5 months, 10 years, or maybe even 38--- but in one instance, everything can change! Let this be the building of our faith--to believe in God for the impossible. 

Although it's not always easy, 

Get up, take up your bed, and walk.