What if I told you that I wasn’t a God fearing until he sent a woman I feared he would strip from me.
What if I told you that I didn’t know the altar but you got brother wanting to change that. If I confessed would you pray for me? Would you pray with me? Or would you tell me that my package isn’t complete enough and I should come back when I am ready?
What if you were chosen to show me the way and your patience gave way to frustration as the climb
uphill proved to be too burdensome for you to handle. What if I told you that the moment you left – I continued the journey. And what if I told you that when I got there it was expected. What if I told you that the test was never for me…it was about you. You left. You failed.