God, I’m not ready to leave.
Not yet.

It feels cruel sometimes —
coming back.
building connections.
picking up where we left off,
only to lay it down again.

This time, though.
It’ll be much longer than the other breaks.

I don’t know when I will see everyone again.

I’m not ready to go……. but I have to follow you.

I can’t do this alone. I need you, God.
I’ll… I’ll trust you.