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Oh, the days I have some days.

I had a date last night.  We went to see "Son of God".  Take tissues if you go to see this.  You'll need them.  The depiction of how our precious Jesus was treated, how he was whipped and beaten is graphic and as a believer will leave you wincing with every lash, knowing that in part it was for your sins that He allowed Himself to be put through this.  The message of the cross is one of hope, but seeing this really makes the point come home that believers were bought with one tremendous price.

After the movie I politely declined an invitation to dinner.  Mostly because I didn't sleep well the night before.  Partly because I knew what the topic of conversation was gonna be.  You can't be in someone's life for as long as I have been without making some kind of commitment, I suppose and I'm just not ready to do that.  My idea of slow isn't someone else's idea of slow.  So be it.

I got the news via text.  There's a good way to end things.  Not even an e-mail.  It was polite but to the point.  It put the blame squarely on me, where I suppose it belongs.  So spring starts and once again, all alone except for the pets and Miss June.

I'll live.