Letting God Take ControlMature


"Hi, Devyn. How are you?"

"Hey, Devyn. It's me, Nadia."

"Devyn! It's been so long! How've you been?"

"Yo, Devyn. 'Sup?"

"Hey, Devyn! I'm so glad to see you're feeling better."

Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. This was not working. How was I supposed to go and talk to the very person I'd just yelled at and insulted? How was I supposed to make amends?

"Devyn, you lily-livered, bird-brained idiot! I really couldn't care less about how you're doing!" There. That felt right.

Shaking my head, I sat down on my bed again. The last option was not going to work, even though it felt the best to say.

"Okay, God. How do You want me to apologize to Devyn? To be totally honest, I don't feel like forgiving him just yet." I moaned. "Why is it me who has to do all the forgiving? Why did You choose me to be the strong one who has to go around, turning a blind eye to the ways people hurt me?"

There was no verbal response. I sighed and looked out my window. "I'm sorry, God. I shouldn't have ranted at You like that. It's just...It seems like I'm always the one who has to take the brunt of everyone's pain, and it gets really, really tiring sometimes."

Tiring sometimes? Who was I kidding? It was tiring all the time. Biting my lip, I folded my hands and bowed my head.

"Okay, God. You take it from here. I've been relying on my own strength all this time, and that's got to stop."

My phone vibrated. I opened the text. It was from Mikhail, a boy in my class. party tonight at my place for kacies bday. forgot to tell you sorry

The last thing I wanted to do was go to a party for Kacie, but what else was I going to do? Besides, it was as though I felt God nudging me to go. 

"Well, God," I muttered, "I'll see what You have in mind."

The End

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