I don't want to participate in the cliche mumbo jumbo but at the same time, I don't want to neglect an open, free and unashamed relationship with Jesus.
I've been hiding from my brothers and sisters. I don't want them to see me.
Why can't it just be me and the strangers. I feel more comfortable with them.
Is that wrong?
I would like to find a balance. . .
. . . a way to operate in and not of.
The words just keep getting me all tangled up. They won't stop coming - like the last level of Tetris, right before "game over."
I keep getting close but the words keep repelling me with magnetic force as inherent as the charges of water molecules. I can't change them, I can't avoid them. . . they wash my desire to partake in the Kingdom away like the greasy remains of tonight's dinner.
That fat kid just keeps laughing. I don't want to play with him anymore, but who else is there?
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