He's Always Here

He needed help. He craved for help. He felt lonely after all the things he went through. His girlfriend left him. His parents were always busy and his brother never acknowledged his existence and was constantly calling him a freak. He decided, "Hey, I guess I'm not important to anyone in this world right? No one will care if I'm gone right? I guess... It'll soon be all over.." as he elevated himself upon a stool he had brought from the kitchen and tied a noose around his neck that was hung from a ceiling fan. As he took his last breath, he said "Goodbye world. I won't be seeing you anymore.." as he let a tear down his face. He took a step but restrained himself from completing that step. "Can I do it? Does anyone really care about me...? Please.. Someone stop me...!!!" but it was too late. He tripped and fell. As his body hung from the ceiling fan, his life flashed before him and he saw something that changed his decision immediately but it was too late... He thought.

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The rope snapped as it couldn't take the weight of the boy. He breathed a little yet he remained unconscious. As he awoke within a dream, he saw his body lying on the floor. "Am I dead? Am I really dead? Well, no one will miss me..." as he spoke to himself. He turned around and to his amazement, a bright white silhouette stood before him. "I guess you're the one who's gonna bring me to heaven aren't you? You can't be the God Of  Death because you're all white. You're an angel right? I guess I am going to heaven." as he let out a breath of relief. "I'm not an angel. I am your Saviour. Your Creator. Your God. Your Father." "A god? Please. Don't lie to me angel. A god would never come before a worthless being like me. My existence wasn't even acknowleged by anyone living person on Earth so why would this 'God' be bothered with my existence! Just take me to heaven please." "It's because this 'god' loves you like none any other. It's because I love you like none any other. I am your Father. I have called upon your name so many times but you didn't hear Me. I wanted you to hear me, my son but you didn't choose to hear me." "If you're really God, then what the hell have You done for me!? What!? After all the times I suffered, were you there once!? WERE YOU!?". The white silhouette let out a tear from His eye and waved His hand across the floor. A stream of memories flowed across the floor like a calm flowing river. "I was there, my son. I called upon your name so many times, Peter. I wanted you to come back to Me." As Peter stood on top of the stream of memories, he noticed the times when he was depressed. He saw himself picking up a phone and reading a text from one of his good friends. It was written "The Lord Your God  is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love. He will rejoice over you with singing. Dude, this is a passage from the bible, Zephaniah 3:17 . I recently studied it at church and I really hope you are doing well. When I read this passage, it reminded me of you. Dude, don't forget that I am here and that God is always here with you. You have to know that. Don't do anything stupid okay? Bro, I am here for you. Talk to me if there is anything okay? Don't try to take the toll by yourself. Call me when you can!" As Peter watched himself, he let out a tear because he saw himself throw that phone away and ignored everyone that ever cared for him. Then another memory passed him. He noticed a white dove flying pass his house. During that time, he caught eye of the white dove but he never actually took note of it. Peter then realised that awhile ago, he read online that the White Dove represents the Holy Spirit. More tears started to flow down his cheek. "I..I didn't know... I DIDN'T KNOW! I DIDN'T KNOW, GOD!!!!" "My son, no matter how far you drift away from Me, I will always be here, chasing after you." As the white silhouette spoke, He got closer to Peter, He took him in His arms, He lifted his face, wiped the tears from his eyes, He said "Son...". Peter thought to himself, "He called me son... After everything, He called me son...." "Son, do you know? That I still love you". As Peter cried, he said "YES, MY FATHER!!!!"........

As he awoke from his slumber, he saw a white room. He thought he had reached heaven but as his vision got clearer, he realised that he was resting on a  hospital bed. His mom's head was lying beside him, sleeping while his dad was sleeping on a couch before him. "Mom...Dad?" As his parents awoke from their sleep, to their surprise, their son was awake. They ran to him and threw their arms over him. They cried so much but were interrupted by how wide Peter's smile was. They asked why was he smiling. "Mom, Dad... I met Him. I met my Father." The parents were confused as to what he was saying. "What are you talking about, my dear son? Are you feeling okay? How are you?" "No, mom and dad. You've got it all wrong. I met Him. Our Creator. Our Saviour. Our God. Our............." As tears started to flow out of his eyes..."Father...."