So here we are again, in this familiar place. I’m at your mercy begging you to slow down. In the last two day’s events, I have found myself crippled and at a stand still unable to move. And yet you keep moving on as if nothing has happened. How? How can you just blow right past me without any concern whatsoever. We are friends yet enemies all at the same time. I can’t move forward. I need you. I need some moments of quietness. I need to sit. I need to be. But you won’t let me. Every time I look at the clock there is another task added to the list and the second hand keeps ticking away. And before I know it, weeks will pass and I’ll still be standing here wondering how I got so far behind. The world continues to move on at your beckoning. But I’m not ready to move on. I need to grieve. I need to pray. I need more of you.
So, please, I’m begging you, give me a little more of you right now. Slow down. Don’t leave me behind. I want to move forward, really, I do. Just wait for me. I’ll be there soon.
Forever in your debt,