”I’m so tired.” I blew the bangs out of my eyes. “I can’t do this.”
”Yes, you can. Breath. Relax. Just do it. I’ll be right here with you the whole way.”
I stared at the painting on the wall. The impressionistic colors blurred even more. I squinted, revealing a lovely flower arrangement. “Can I walk? Just for a little bit? My back aches. I think it would help.”
“Maybe for a little while, but things could progress at any moment, so don’t be gone long.”
”I promise.” The carpeted hallway muffled my footsteps. “A name…. I can’t do this. I still haven’t decided on a name.”
I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.
“You need to go back now.”
“Please, just a little more time?” I tried to rub the stiffness out of my back.
”Time is short.”
Exasperated and exhausted, I had few options. “I know.” I had to get this out before I exploded. “I’ll go back, just in case...that’s it...Justin.”
“Are you ready now?”
”Yes.” The pressure was building, “After this, life will settle back into a normal routine.”
“Do you really think things will go back to the way they were?”
”Well, no. Things never stay the same, do they?”
I settled back into place. “I feel kind of sick.”
“That’s normal. You’ll be fine. Just focus.”
I pushed and struggled. I cried. Before I knew it, the floodgates released. Everything was over in a rush.
Tired and numb, I looked at the words before me. I had poured my life, my heart, my faith onto the pages. Now, I just prayed that God’s inspiration that was with me the whole time would touch someone else’s life.
“See? I knew you could do it.”
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