Obadiah stared at the jar of honey.
He was unsure.
Was it right to give it to Miss Klein?
Was it really the voice of God telling him to be at peace?
And was it good for him to return to Miss Klein and allow her to teach him?
Obadiah couldn't trust the peace that filled him when the voice spoke.
He'd spent years living anxiously, being led by fear and panic.
He couldn't believe that the Lord could give him peace and it truly be something pleasant.
His stomach turned, making him want to never return to Miss Klein's house.
He just couldn't do it.
If this is what it took to learn, he wasn't sure if he could do it.
The moment he took a step forward, his mind took vengeance on him, scaring him away from ever moving forward again.
It wasn't right.
It wasn't fair.
He wanted to be like the men who bought his pieces. He wanted to be like the women who bought his honey.
He wanted to exist without fear tormenting him.
He wanted to live without nightmares keeping him awake.
He longed to sleep one night and not be awoken in sweat and tears from the realistic memories that echoed through the night.
He hated this.
Sliding down to his knees, Obadiah sobbed from the depth of his soul.
Why did he have to try something new?
Why did he have to agree to learn?
He should've just stayed stupid.
He should've stayed home, kept, and tormented in the night.
Now he was being tormented in the day.
He couldn't handle this.
He couldn't do this on his own.
He needed relief, but who could he turn to?
If the Lord turned a blind eye in the night, why would He see now?
"L-lord, if it was really You, please, help me," He cried out, hoping the peace would settle his anxious mind.
"Please!" He choked out, gripping his hair.
Did he deserve this?
Could he go on this way?
Forty-six years of hell.
He wished, he hoped, he prayed for the Lord to end hi-
"Your days are purposed. You will live and not die. Remember the peace."
Chills covered his distressed body as peace filled his mind.
The voice was back.
With new words.
Words that caused Obadiah to look up, to see that maybe he could stand and remember the peace.
He didn't have to give in to the heaviness and torment.
He could remember the peace.
His frame ceased its shaking and his breathing was restored as he remembered the peace.
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