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forgotten words on paper, found - some make me feel silly, old. others make me feel wise, proud. some are mementos of community. a few words were yours; kindness and warmth radiated from them. misplaced; forgotten. for years. but maybe found at just the right time. in retrospect, one thing I would have changed is pressing repeat - but not for reasons I had before (I told you I'm feeling old), but because of what we lost in the process. thank you for knowing me. for finding caring words. for making me laugh. thank you for your patience, and, most of all, for trusting me with friendship.  inspired by my own journey. Andie stuffed the last storage bin in her car and closed the door. she was relieved a sliver of visibility remained from the driver’s seat through to the back window.
after driving for only a few moments, her phone began buzzing. when she stopped at a gas station and glanced at the texts piling in, her suspicions were confirmed: her friend since childhood, her flatmate Bethany, had adopted one of the small feline siblings of Andie’s grey kitten, Pepper. she smiled to herself and went to pump gas, hearing the phone jingle with new messages even as she closed the door. the gas station building was tiny so she was grateful the afternoon was a quiet one. only as she had finished paying and was leaving did another customer come in. as Andie drove, questions flittered through her mind. she wondered what Bethany would name Pepper’s sibling; why the driver of the SUV in front of her had failed to signal their intent to merge into her lane before doing so; what it was about the person who had entered the gas station as she had left that made her feel clunky. the last question lingered as she reached the toll highway and paid the amount to continue her journey toward Levettport.  Sophia "Steadfast" drawing by David Hayward | nakedpastor.com To go back would have killed me. To turn aside would have derailed me. - David Hayward, "Sophia and Being Steadfast" eleven years ago, I embarked on a journey.
I spent the first four years in construction; deconstructing walls, building bridges in their place. tearing up planks mouldy with indoctrination, installing new boards of humility and authenticity, and new windows and doors, to aid freedom. |
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