The little boy sat on the edge of the cliff, looking out at the sea. He had been sitting there for hours, ever since his parents had told him that they were getting a divorce.
He didn’t understand why they were getting a divorce. He thought they were happy. He thought they loved each other. But now, they were going to be apart, and he didn’t know what he was going to do. His home was broken.
He felt lost and alone. He didn’t know who to turn to. He didn’t know what to believe.
He looked out at the sea, and he thought about how big it was. He thought about how vast and empty it was. And he felt even smaller and more alone.
He started to cry. He cried for a long time. He cried until he couldn’t cry anymore.
When he finally stopped crying, he looked out at the sea again. And this time, he saw something different.
He saw the waves crashing against the rocks. He saw the sun sparkling on the water. And he saw the seagulls soaring overhead.
And he realized that even though he felt lost and alone, he wasn’t really alone.
The sea was there for him. The sun was there for him. The seagulls were there for him.
And God was there for him.
God was always there for him.
The little boy smiled. He knew that he was going to be okay.
He stood up and started to walk away from the cliff. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew that he would be okay.
He would find his way.
He would find his home.
“Those who know your name trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.”
Psalm 9:10