It was always going to some time or place, and never an empty moment for herself: always something for others. Be it a new relationship, or one of the toxic old relationships, she never had that little moment of stillness.
Never the time. Never the right time for a moment to oneself, maybe.
Many say God is a "little voice" that speaks to us in those empty, still moments; while yet there are others that believe God speaks to us in the world around us.
We could make time for that little voice to guide us.
Nevertheless, in her life, she had gnashed her teeth and went about doings, but always God was there. Would she listen? Would she care?
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