Today I was at church and I was talking to God and I had my hands in the air and my eyes closed. Suddenly I felt a sign in my hands. Then I saw a hand come and paint in black words on the white boardI’m done with who I was. I never looked down at the board it’s like I was seeing it from both sides. I think it was a different me writing it. I have yet to become who I am. And God told me I need to let go.
Then our new preacher started preaching about how an ignorant king disregarded the sacred things if God and couldn’t read the writing on the walls that I hand came and wrote one night about how his ruling days were numbered.
I missed God.

XOXO