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David Rim

I threw everything underneath the bed. Clothes on the floor. I will fold everything up later is what I thought. If I can push aside these fantasies in my mind they will subside.

But I have come to a slower pace. Where I have to temporarily take one step forward and two steps back. Before even speaking. I cannot submit words of arrogance before the flame even begins to gain oxygen. Although my spirit knows and how I trust my reads.

Timing tended to be mismatched with the words I spoke. I cannot even begin to tell you what I saw. I'm telling you my mind is making things up. But my spirit tells me something's in the air. We somehow both got hooked and then baited in again. The only true litmus test is if we both run towards God. And if we meet at the same place and pace.

The feelings of my heart are the deepest desires. I see the hurricane with me placed in the eye of the storm taking one step forward at a time. Wondering this is nice who will be walking side by side with me in this storm.