It it time to step on toes. It is time to drop the bomb and hope I don't blow hearts up in the process. I bump the hand that's begging; then I clench it in my fist to pray. It's raining outside, and my heart is sad. Sad I have to say "no." Sad I don't understand. Sad I do.
I find joy in the peace. I find joy in the freedom, in the giving, in the hope. I clutch the hand God's given me and thank Him for it.
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