"It's about finding something chaotic enough to match the sting of your cravings."

Some die looking for a hand to hold.
I can't sleep. It's 3am and the words above keep playing in my mind. Along with the words 'don't dwell on it'.
One has to do with my worlds in my head and the other has to do with my real life.
Tonight Lori mentioned that we are looking for a savior, a hero to cheer for...and in my head i just imagined a starving, broken body laying in the dusty streets of a devastated city with his withered hand out stretched...as though looking for a hand to hold. And I know I want the characters I build worlds with to be the ones who are not willing to let this one's hope die. The would take his hand, get him to his feet, and fight the oppressors.
Some die looking for a hand to hold. This world is so fallen. People turn to sex, drugs, alcohol, material things...anything to feel good...but we were made with eternity in our hearts. We were made with a hope that all the drugs and sex in the world could never fill. Our hands are outstretched...we are the withered soul, starving and weary. We are laying in the dust reaching for some kind of hope.
But when He is before us, do we take hold of Him and let Him be our hope or do we push His hand away and say oh no, no not you I'm looking for another. But there is no other. There is only one savior. If there were many, none of us would be so fallen and broken.
Don't dwell on it. Don't dwell on it.
I won't...I won't.