This morning, I went outside for a cigarette, and I got something completely different.  I'm sitting in my room, now, and I have an overwhelming sadness upon me.  I would like to say it's not because I have anything to be sad about, but the opposite is true.  I met a girl this morning who might as well have been perspiring sadness and fear and tiny drops of hope.  I felt her aching spirit.  And in return, my spirit aches.  I ache with more passion than I may have ever felt before.  I want to rescue her so badly, and it's not because she's a woman.  Her gender didn't matter, because I wasn't looking at her body.  I wasn't listening to her voice.  I was feeling the substance of who she was.  And that was something I wasn't prepared to feel.  I haven't felt the urge to weep for a long while.  And now, my spirit is crying out with determination. I don't think it was her sadness that has ached my soul so.  I believe it is its loneliness.  For I have departed from God's immediate presence for far too long, and my spirit is screaming with its might that it needs to return.  I won't hold it back, but my heart's desires may, but I pray that won't be the case.

I'll say a silent pray for that girl, and hope to God that if he's listening, he'll feel the way my spirit aches, and heal her of her woes.

There are many people that ache in this world.  And many go unfelt, unheard, unseen.
I know it is my destiny to be a comforter.  An encourager.  A prophet of yet happened good fortune.

And now, I will pursue it as if my own life was but a fleeting moment.