Day 59. "You are made for so much more than all of this"

I stand next to the large pile.
Books, journals, bibles, notes, pictures
They fall as I stare up into the unending mass.
My mind becomes jumbled by this pile.

A blue light surrouds it.
It's so bright,
It is covered by this pile,
The shadow covers my head and my entire body.
It engulfs me.

The bright blue light covered the rest of the room,
But left me. Alone.

Like a cloud covering the sun,
I was cold.
Frustrated by the cold feeling I had.
Filled with anger by this pile covering my direct path with the blue light.
I was so frustrated, it obscured my veiw.

I wasn't alone in this cold.
His hand touched my shoulder.
It was warm, like the light.
He stared at the pile,
Just as I did.
His voice was barely audible.
"You are made for so much more than this."
He whispered pointing at the massive pile.

Words fell from the pile,
Treasured,
Sacred,
Beautiful,
His.
Words of encouragement.

As the words fell,
Holes began opening in the pile.
"You're beautiful."
He whispered again.
I began to feel warmth.
The light coming through the pile touched my face.
Then my hand.

It was warmer than you would think.
It spun around you in a goldish pink swirl.
But in front of you it was blue.
Bright blue, of a thousand suns.

"You're beautiful."
He said taking my hand into the light.