That cry I've been needing?
Nothing like having a dark church to yourself and laying at the alter where you can sob, scream and grieve without drawing the attention of others.
Up until the apostle walked in on my screaming diatribe at the devil.
It's all good.
We ended up having a good talk.
Things that still need to be addressed will be addressed in a meeting on Sunday.
Everything else about today... I managed to let go. I know who I am in Christ. I know my calling. It's a sad loss... but it's over and I can move on in peace.
Plus I cried that messy, loud, slobbery cry I need to cry when I've held it all in too long. I'll just have to keep stomping down that wall when it tries to creep up again.