“I cannot pray, ‘Forgive them Father, they know not what they do’ when they know what they have done. Monte knows my burden was not one I chose for myself yet he abandoned me still. Benjamin knows well the evil he has committed. He heard from my mouth that his crime was corrupt and cruel. And still here am I, alone and poor. Faithful and penalized. Do I cry forever? Is this my cup to take?”
Teagan could not bear the thought of His answer being “yes”. Her face in shaking hands, she found more comfort in the silence than in an audible answer. If the one answer she longed to hear was not the will of God, she would rather not hear anything. She would instead continue to bear it day by day. The days had grown too heavy to carry alone, leaving Teagan a helpless pile of wet garments on the ground.
The mention of Benjamin Shorten had been more than she could take today. She just needed to be alone.
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