In a previous post, I talked about not being ready to go back to Birmingham and how my heart wants to stay here.
Back in 1999, when Sabrina and I first met in person, the day she left to fly back home, I felt like my heart was being run through a shredder.
I get that same feeling leaving my family.
But if I felt like my heart was being put through a shredder when the woman I would go to marry would leave me then why do I feel this negativity towards going back to Birmingham? Had we lost something along the way? I should be happy about going back to her. Not sad or dreading going back to work.
It’s time to rediscover ourselves. What was it about her that I couldn’t bear to part with a picture of her when we were apart? Have I gotten my wires so knocked out of whack that I can’t see what we had?
Time to pray.
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