An upturned face
“Here,” she whisper ed , voice shaky from carrying a heavy weight. “Hope this makes you happy.” She drop ped it at His feet and turn ed around, hurrying to leave the room, wondering if He was even in the slightest bit pleased with her . “Wait,” He call ed , but she d id not hear. She le ft the room shaking her head, wondering why she was even trying to bring these gifts to Him –obedience to His laws, sacrifice, service , worship ...? She fe lt no pleasure in it. It fe lt dry a nd meaningless, like she was merely putting on a show for Someone who c ould see right through it. He kn ew she ha d no pleasure in these things. She d id them because she fe lt she must, almost as if doing so somehow would appease Him. But inwardly, her heart was dying... And had she for a moment looked up into His face, she would have seen a very different facial expression than she was inwardly expecting. She remember ed back in the day...