worship

I decided to sleep in that morning. I knew there would be speculation and possibly even judgment passed on my decision, but I didn't care. God and I were fighting, and I was not about to go into a room filled with people whose expectations of what my demeanor should be way exceeded what they would have witnessed. I didn't want to put on a game face. I abhor the very fact that I would feel compelled to do it in a place where putting on a show should be the last thing on my mind.

What I needed was time alone with God. I needed to talk to Him real and raw, and I needed to do it on my terms.

That conversation is far from over.