Runaway

 

Ooooh, she's a little runaway...

Yes, that's me. Or it would be me. Again. If not for my kids. Thank God for them.

But history can and will repeat itself if left untreated. What comes around, goes around.

First time at 21.

Born again for 2 years.

But as the sickness of heart returned, & I lost at love again

My love walk with the Lord became a duty walk.

Was an active member of my college Christian campus organization, surrounded by young happy believers, happily walking the walk, yet I wondered why they shined while I was so torn up inside. So come the next heartbreak, when I didn't get what I wanted,

I was gone. Flew the coop.

Moved out of fellowship

& into the party village, an apartment of potheads. Became one of them. (sorry for the labeling, it's just what we were called back then) Sororities, frats & bars were my new fellowship.

Could hide my heart and try to find common ground with those not-so-squeaky-clean, less spiritual ones.

Sometimes would see the old Christian crowd on campus, would cross the street, avert my eyes, try to avoid having to explain my sudden change.

Eventually came around again, 2 years later, returned to the flock, though many had graduated, moved on.

Felt odd. Still I committed to walk the straight & narrow...

Really tried to keep a genuine faith walk, matured in some ways....

but...Apparently...

one closet door had remained shut.

All these years.

Now the monster's trying to get out

to show me what I'm lacking

and I just want to run.

Sing it, Bon Jovi....

 

 

 

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