Comeback.

Come back to me, baby, I’ll come back to you
You know the place that I go running to
I get scared when you’re scared, but what else can I do?
Come back to me, baby, I’ll come back to you

Wherever you are right now
Know somehow
I’ll be on the way
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First the sermon.
Then the prophecy.
Then another.
And another.
And another.

This is bigger than me. This is bigger than us. There is God-given purpose for generations yet to come. We may not know how or why, but it’s a calling only we can fill.

It’s untraditional. It’s been a long time coming. But it’s coming.

Eleven years. It’s been eleven years since this journey began. Twelve since our initial meeting in the same city I’ll be seeing you in next month. Talk about full circle. But there’s no detail too small for God.

Today was full of reaffirmation I didn’t know I needed.

I don’t know if it’ll be another three weeks, three months, or three years, but one thing I am sure of is, I’m staying.

I haven’t gone anywhere. I won’t go anywhere.

I will always find my way back to you.

I love you.