The Question’s Answer

He wrote a letter. Then he tore it up. Then he started again.

He hated clichés but sometimes they did seem oh so right.

“you make me. you complete me. you changed me but i’m so much the better for it.”

He couldn’t say it. He would sound desperate. Stupid. Like he was

Incapable of saying the words he really felt and was stuck

With those overused expressions.


He sighed. Could he really tell her how he really felt?

He took a breath. The fresh paper. The shiny ink.

If he spoke from experience about how she had changed him

Maybe she would listen. If he could go before and then go after

Maybe he could almost prove it to her.


“I lived for myself” He started. “But I live for the sake of life now”

He went on. “I stumbled through each day, never even

Contemplating the idea of destiny and purpose.”

His hand shook as he continued, “I was never aware that there

Was something more. I lived each day right after the other,

Never dreaming, never hoping, never aspiring. On the verge of

Suicide you redeemed me.” He shook out his hand and went on.

“You showed me that I was not the final answer to the

Paradox of myself. You only showed me that I was part of the

Final answer that God has asked me.


“I realized that I recognizing myself as God’s creation, as

God’s chosen human being, was answering God’s question,

“Do you love me? Will you live for me?” ”


He was drowning in overwhelming significance of the moment.

“Thank you for rescuing me. Thank you for saving me from myself.

Thank you for giving me something to live for everyday

Of my life. I can live in peace, in hope, in love, in life

In Him whom asked the question.” He lifted up his hands.

“Thank you Jesus for letting me be your final answer”



2 thoughts on “The Question’s Answer

  1. poetry like edgar allen poe…love in the words to the liking of nicholas sparks.  can i say absolutely thrilling and beautiful post?  i think so.  we really need to catch up…alot has been happening and if i tried to describe how busy my summer has been, it would be impossible. My last year of high school is just around the corner and I shall gladly embrace it like it is my last year to live.  I shall live it to the fullest.  If you want to talk baseball, let me just say i’m so glad WE have a closer.  okay i wont rub it in.  ttyl.  see ya @ broomball.  it should be incredibly awesome.  =)

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