Today I met with yesterday - a prose
They usually say one shouldn't open for him when he comes knocking because, well, he has nothing new to say. But he didn't come knocking you see, I bumped into him, right in the middle of a conversation, I met with Yesterday. But today was different. When my mind immediately told me to turn and run, to run and not look back; I did, but I had only ran one step when I suddenly stopped. 'For how long will you run?' a voice asked. 'As long as I have feet' I answered in a heart-beat. But I knew very well the essence of that question, and I hadn’t given a worthy answer. So I turned back. Today I met with Yesterday, and he still had the ability to make me cry. Yes, he no longer has a grip on me, but he still knows which buttons to push. He knows of my new status, made new in Christ, but still he brings with him gifts of tormenting memories that seek to lure me back and cause me to doubt the person that I am, the person I've been made into by the power of the Al...