• Please, Dad. I can't handle this. Isn't there another way?
    Will I get through it? Will things turn out how they're supposed to?
    It seemed so easy, talking with You about my pre-arranged death. But that was years ago, and now... I'm scared. I'm only human. Will I be okay? In the end... will you save me?
    I know I trust You, but I can't imagine what they'll do to me. How much it will hurt... How I will want to give up. But I can't. I have to let them kill me.
    So please, Dad. Save them with my life. Save all of them.
    Let them be free. Free of everything. I give myself to them. To You.
    In return, please, just stay with me... and I'll get through. Somehow.
    Just don't leave me, Dad. I need You. Always.



    I blinked away my tears and bloody sweat. I looked up at the source of the noise which disrupted my desperate prayer. I shook with fear as my traitor stood by and watched them take me away. But I remained strong, for the Spirit took residence in my heart as I was dragged out of my Father's garden.