lemons~the evergreen citrus tree that produces the lemon, widely cultivated in warm climates
Picture it, Orlando, 2016. The day before New Year's Eve. The sun is shining, and despite its warmth, my soul is chilled. I look up, the rays on my face, God is there, somewhere, right? He has to be. My chest is tight. Breathing hurt, everything hurt. My life had become a prison, walls built one by one from my own decision making, and I was tired. I could not take anymore. I said a prayer, the exact words, escape me. But, I begged God for a sign, clarity, to save me. My marriage was killing me.
Picture it, Orlando, 2016. The day before New Year's Eve. The sun is shining, and despite its warmth, my soul is chilled. I look up, the rays on my face, God is there, somewhere, right? He has to be. My chest is tight. Breathing hurt, everything hurt. My life had become a prison, walls built one by one from my own decision making, and I was tired. I could not take anymore. I said a prayer, the exact words, escape me. But, I begged God for a sign, clarity, to save me. My marriage was killing me.
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