3.

It was a battle of unprecedented scale — one I've not felt this intensely in a long time. Would walking away help me worship God better, or was walking away not an act of worship? Too many things collided at that moment. Trigger dates were compounded by reduced proxy. My vocal cords lost its twine. I could barely utter a sound. For them, or for myself? Or for myself so that it'd be also for them? Too many decisions to make; I had to walk away and douse the flames in my belly.

But this is not a long term solution. Lord help me.


If someone's gotta give, that someone will have to be me.


Still praying.