A cold summer evening breeze greeted me on a Saturday night. With the moon over my head, I watched people in front of me. Lit candles illuminated the dim streets of Pacita as the procession progresses.
In silence, I walk alone. But I wasn't afraid.
Fear, something that has been so familiar to me that it makes me sick to my stomach. But not at that moment. I knew that when I get to where I was going, He'd be there...
to give me warmth,
to give me strength,
to give me love, and
to give me courage.
COURAGE, something that I had been so unfamiliar with that it made me lose myself.
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