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"Excuse me," comes a man's voice behind you.
You turn to look who it is, but you don't recognize him. He says he's a pastor from a church down the road. he says he's looking for some girl named Katie or something. You really aren't paying attention.
He looks at you, then at the ground. You haven't responded yet. "I don't know her," you reply.
"That's okay," he says and introduces himself as Pastor So-and-so. You already don't remember because you aren't paying attention. It bugs you that he won't go away so you can continue your masterpiece on the picnic bench.
He tells you that his church is starting a youth group and that you're invited.
Big deal.
He must have heard you. He doesn't look good. You wonder what he's trying to do. Other than hinder your progress on your artwork.
"You know, I've actually seen you before. In a dream."
That's weird. So, now you've got a pastor dreaming about you. You look for a way out of this conversation.
"I know that you won't pay attention now because God has a much bigger plan than I can see. But, I'm supposed to tell you that it isn't your fault."
You pretend like it doesn't phase you. Pretend like it doesn't still hurt.
What do you know?
You must have blurted that out. It still hurts to think about. You caused it. The whole thing.
"It isn't your fault."
Oh but it was. You think about it. The memories that haunt you. Things that you could have done differently and maybe they'd still be together. You'd still be a family if it wasn't for you.
What do you know?
"God told me to tell you that it isn't your fault."
He seems confident, but what does he know? He wasn't there when they were fighting and you just sat there. You could've stopped it. Not your fault? You wish. And if God wants to tell you it isn't your fault then why not tell you? Why tell this guy?
"I know it doesn't seem like anything. I'm not going to argue the fact, but it isn't your fault. One day, you'll know. And when you do, God will be waiting for you with open arms to comfort you. All you have to do is ask."
He gets up, smiles, and then walks off. By this time there are tears in your eyes and your fighting the urge to cry. You turn back to the table and continue carving your name. Your long lasting legacy in the picnic bench.
Its easier to carve when the wood is wet anyway, you tell yourself as you let a few tears fall to the table.
Not your fault? You doubt it, but you wish it was true.
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