I dared to look up. My gaze was fixed on the little wooden cross that hung on the wall across from where I stood.
Jesus had sacrificed himself for the people he loved. Many had doubted him and wanted him dead, but he still suffered for them.
It was shameful how I couldn’t even give up a little part of myself for those who had always loved me every step of the way.
Moments passed in hazy reflections and sorrows. Silence enveloped the four walls of the simple room.

But somehow, somewhere, a prayer was answered.

This realization came to me as I saw the oak door open and renewed faith enter.
He was here.