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I walked down the aisle of the sanctuary. It was dark, the only light was streaming down from the stain glass windows, operating only on the sunshine the heavens provided. I looked at the room, seeing how the darkness added to the feeling that I had. I sat down on the kneeling pad, looking out. The rafters looked more like a angel haven, with only a soft white light on them while the rest of the place took on different colors, reminding me that people were both light and dark, corrupt and pure.

I turned around, looking at the cross, the farthest object from the light, on the opposite wall. It was hidden in shadow, reminding me of doubt. It looked older, but also more holy. With that thought racing through my mind, I felt as if the air around me was solidifying, into arms. It reminded me that God was with me, kissing my head tenderly like a doting father. My eyes slid closed.

I had been lonely lately. I could feel its icy touch on my heart, its weight on my lungs, making it hard to breath. I cried in Gods hands. I was reminded he was with me everywhere, not just here. I felt him grasp my hands gently, and I could feel his soothing words at my ear. I wept at my doubt.

I laughed, feeling the weight leaving and Gods presence dissapear as I opened my eyes, standing as I knew my vacation from life was now over.

I left the church.

Description
I walked down the aisle of the sanctuary. It was dark, the only light was streaming down from the stain glass windows, operating only on the sunshine the heavens provided. I looked at the room, seeing how the darkness added to the feeling that I had. I sat down on the kneeling pad, looking out. The rafters looked more like a angel haven, with only a soft white light on them while the rest of the place took on different colors, reminding me that people were both light and dark, corrupt and pure.

I turned around, looking at the cross, the farthest object from the light, on the opposite wall. It was hidden in shadow, reminding me of doubt. It looked older, but also more holy. With that thought racing through my mind, I felt as if the air around me was solidifying, into arms. It reminded me that God was with me, kissing my head tenderly like a doting father. My eyes slid closed.

I had been lonely lately. I could feel its icy touch on my heart, its weight on my lungs, making it hard to breath. I cried in Gods hands. I was reminded he was with me everywhere, not just here. I felt him grasp my hands gently, and I could feel his soothing words at my ear. I wept at my doubt.

I laughed, feeling the weight leaving and Gods presence dissapear as I opened my eyes, standing as I knew my vacation from life was now over.

I left the church.