God, I’m not ready to leave.
It feels cruel sometimes —
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.