I do not want to be (circumstantially) blessed.
Blessing loosens this tenacious grip on the spicket of living Water.
Blessing brings distance and separation.
And self-reliance.
Blessing gives the false illusion that I am creeping back onto the throne.
That life is to go as I tell the Man.
I do not want to be apart from Jesus.
I wish to consume him.
With no ketchup.
Besides, I'm already blessed.
It's just not in the way churchianity thinks...
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