Being Lost

Cold and shivering I wrap my arms around myself.

I know that if I were to get up and walk around I would be able to get warm but I can't because I am too scared. Too scared that the wrong person will find me here. Besides I can barely move. My body has suffered to much pain in recent days.

After a while I realize that I hear someone calling my name. The voice sounds safe and good but is the owner? I listen and then I  recognize the voice. It is the voice of an old friend.

I try and call out.

"I'm here, I'm here," I try to cry out but my voice is barely audible to my own ears. So I clear my throat and try again.

"I'm here, I'm here."

Moments later I feel a blanket being wrapped around me and my friend's voice saying over and over again, "Thank God I found you."

As I lifted up my head I found her eyes looking into mine.

"How did you know that I was lost?" I asked her.

"Because He told me, just like He told me where to find you," she replied with tears in her eyes.

"I'm so glad He did."

"Me too. Me too."