Scared

I long
to be with Jesus, I long to hold His hand. But why am I so scared to be close to Him? What is it that terrifies me so much that I want to run away and hide? Is it something I've done or the mere fact of His heart presence?? Why oh why am I afraid of this love? 

Yet Jesus comes to me and holds out His hands, telling me to not be so afraid. And very gently He folds me in His arms and holding me close, reassures me that always I am loved. And as I walk along the path, I find Jesus is there holding my hand, showing me the way to go. And I have found just how much God loves me.