I didn’t want to write in my anger because it would be sour, bitter and repulsive.
Vehemently dripping out of my tongue but when it tinged the corners of my eyes with salt running down my cheeks, I saw this star far away and thought about how unfortunate that they had to play the part. That in the long run it would have all faded, and that these events will have been recorded as an inspiration to someone else who would’ve gone through the same narrative.
I know I’m incapable of handling it, but when I prayed, things shifted. I remembered their smiles, their kindness, and I felt love and knew I couldn’t on my own. That sincerity in easily forgiving, and loving could happen in a matter of seconds is a testament to how real the Holy Spirit is.
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.” – Galatians 5:22-23