Alone, he stepped into the world. The bright lights created his eyes. The harsh wind ruffled his golden hair. And his shoulders carried the burden of loneliness.

Alone, in the harsh heat of the desert. It hadn’t always been this way. But it was now and that’s what mattered at the moment.

He returned to his spot in the shade of the small cave he called his home for now. He knew he had better chances hunting at night. Plus, there was still food to spare.

He leaned his head back against the rock, surprisingly cool in the face of this heat, and recalled his youth.

Born in a small town in Colorado, he never would have even dreamed of the adventures he would grow to sustain.

His parents and siblings loved him, but even so he often felt alone when young. His flesh preyed on his insecurities and drove him almost to the darkest corners of the earth.

As he grew, he met not only the Creator of the Universe, but friends he could count on. Friends to love.

And perhaps a friendship turned to love. And he lived it out with God within and guiding him along all the way...even now, in this desert. Alone.

But there is hope, for this is not the darkest corner of the world. And even alone in the physical sense, his family, friends, love, and father are with him always. Blessed is he.