I missed singing. Not the recording or videoke thing but the one I do for the Creator. When I was young I used to like choir member’s uniform..only. A pure white toga and a clear white book on hand. So I joined.
Later that I realised it’s not just the aura of being one but the responsibility and the unexplainable feeling that goes with it. I’ve been into church every Sunday and all I do is sing on the top of my lungs and make my voice be heard. I was taught that If you are a “church” person, you’ll be worry-free, selfless, and positive. But what’s constant is change. I said my farewell to my old self and welcome all earthly things I shouldn’t be mentioning. Rated PG.
Now (we’re) I’m in the middle of a battle between good and evil. I had flashbacks of my simple and happy life. I missed seeking Him in my self.