Eventually, I had convinced myself to spend the night by the creek.
I wasn't sure why I had felt so compelled to do so, but something deep inside of me told me that I had to take this opportunity to both explore the world around me as well as to delve deeper into my faith.
Although I couldn't live away from society for the rest of my life, I thought that tonight it would be appropriate.
I was acknowledging thoughts and ideas that I worked so hard to suffocate every day, afraid to admit that they crossed my mind.
He knows what we are thinking, so why should I hide it from the rest of the world?
Is there any benefit to speaking out loud?
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Intrusive
SpiritualIntrusive [inˈtro͞osiv] adj. causing disruption or annoyance through being unwelcome or uninvited. "You see, I struggle with a thing that I like to call 'intrusive thoughts.' This is where I am constantly bombarded with the pain and agony of reflect...
