"Never will I leave you;
      never will I forsake you."- Hebrews 13:5

It was dark, oh so ever dark. There seemed to be nothing but complete blackness. I was suffocating. It felt as if the blackness was going to swallow me, I felt it creeping up my neck, slowly. I couldn’t move. What was I to do?

            “God!” I screamed out in desperation, gasping for air. I felt hot tears dropping onto my cold face.

            “God, where are you? Why have you hid your face from me?” I cried out sobbing, my voice hoarse and dry, I gasped for more air to enter my weak lungs. I felt the darkness on my chin. I became even more frightened. I struggled to free myself, but couldn’t. I began to sob even harder, in frustration.

            “God! Oh Father God, why have I left you? Please don’t turn away” I said quietly, there wasn’t enough strength in my body to cry, so my eyes became swollen shut. I could feel the darkness crawling up my lower lip, lurking its way to my destruction.  

            “God,” I gasped, using all my energy and strength to fight off the darkness for a few more moments.

            “I am so sorry for leaving you, turning my back on you; please forgive me,” I paused and sobbed, “please.” I gasped for one last fill of air before the darkness covered my lips and slowly made its way towards my node. What would happen then? I knew what would happen. I would die. I couldn’t give up hope on God, not again. I began to pray in my head.

            “God, I know you can and are willing to save. I remember reading it in the bible. Please save me, I am not giving up hope or faith in you.” I waited; the darkness was nearly covering my nose. Oh how my lungs ached for the freshness of air.

            “God, save me!” those seemed to be my last thoughts. I couldn’t give up hope on God. I remember reading that God has a time for everything. Was I meant to die now? I could feel my body starting to slowly shut down. But I couldn’t give up faith. Another moment and I was on the floor. Passed out.

            “Chystabella?” I heard a voice far off in the distance; I could feel my chest moving up and down. I was lying on a bed, I felt pillow under my head. My body ached, was it from the fall in the darkness?

            “Chystabella?” I heard the voice again. I could feel my eye lids begin to open; the bright light nearly blinded me. Seconds later I was looking at a woman sitting in a chair next to my bed.

            “Mom,” I spoke, slightly confused.

            “Oh thank God!!!!” She exclaimed tears falling from her blue eye onto her pale cheeks.

            “Joe come quickly.” A second later I saw my dad walk over to my bed and praise God.

            “Chysta!” He cried as he hugged mom I laid there, still confused.

            “What happened? Where am I?” I asked, my throat and lips were dry. Both my parents looked at me.

            “You’re in the hospital” mom started, “you were in a car accident. You car was hit by a semi and flipped. You were found squished in-between the steering wheel and the back seat. That was three days ago” she said. I couldn’t believe it! But it did make sense now, which would now explain the major pain my body was in.

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