A Valentine for the World…and for the Church I Left
…set. In the end, I didn’t persevere. It wasn’t that the seed was snatched away; it’s just that I wasn’t coded for longevity. Somewhere along the way, I started to wither. I wasn’t happy about the drying-up stage, either. It made me panic knowing that I was losing my zeal, my intense infatuation, the green of my youth which had saturated my journals, dense with scripture and prayers and pleas to God to help me be the person I needed to be. And it w…
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