Allie sat in her room all alone. She tried to ignore the voices from the party downstairs.
No one had sent Allie to her room, but the room called to her. There was something inside of her tonight that made her too worn out to deal with everyone.
Her dad opened her bedroom door.
“Aren’t you going to come downstairs? Your grandpa’s asking about you.”
“I’m tired,” Allie said. “I think I’ll just stay up here.” Allie loved spending time with her grandfather. But she had so little energy tonight.
Her dad hesitated before giving a nod.
“Okay. I’ll let him know.”
When she was alone again, Allie’s eyes filled with tears. Why can’t I be like everyone else? Why can’t I enjoy the party? What’s wrong with me?
A quiet knock came at her bedroom door.
“Can I come in, Allie?” Her grandfather’s soft voice came from the hallway.
Allie found herself engulfed in her grandfather’s arms as soon as she opened the door.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” her grandfather asked.
“I don’t know what’s going on. I just feel like being alone.”
“Sometimes we push people away when we really need them around.”
“I know.” Allie sighed. “I just can’t imagine being a part of the party right now.” “I understand,” her grandfather said. “I need time to be alone sometimes too.”
He looked her in the eyes. “You’re feeling lonely?”
Allie nodded.
“Even when you’re up here all alone, you know that God’s with you, right?” Her grandfather spoke in a low voice. “Even if you don’t feel up for being with people, Jesus is right here with you.”
Allie nodded again. Slowly this time. God is with me. Please, God, be with me.
Do you ever have times when you just want to push the world away and be alone?
Do you feel God with you in those times? Why is it important to talk with Him when we feel lonely?