One week
So it’s been almost one week since we last spoke. It doesn’t really seem that long; sometimes it seems longer. I didn’t really mean to forget you. And I did remember.
But I remembered at the most inconvenient times. Then later I forgot, or pushed our conversation to the back burner.
You are not the back burner. You belong at the very forefront of everything I do and say, of every thought.
I don’t know how to achieve this.
Except through prayer, which seems to be the problem in the first place.
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