It all feels so unfinished. Like God got distracted in the middle of writing our story and forgot what He was going to write, so He continued with a different story. Continued with yours, but not with mine.
Sometimes I think that I was just not good enough a character to be part of your story. Or that I was so insignificant, so irrelevant that God simply forgot I was also around. But sometimes, in the early hours of dawn – the time of dreams – I wonder if maybe… maybe God didn’t forget at all. Maybe He’s just waiting for the right time to reveal the epic plot twist that will take us all by surprise.