Keep Me from Texting First (Again)

You know my weakness. You know how my thumbs hover over the keyboard like they’ve got unfinished business. You know how I convince myself that maybe this time it’ll be different, maybe this time they’ll appreciate me, maybe this time texting first won’t feel like begging.

So I’m asking for divine intervention. Slow my fingers. Crash my Wi-Fi. Drain my battery at 1% if You must. Do whatever it takes to stop me from hitting “hey” when I know silence would serve me better.

Because every time I text first, I hand them the power. I know You didn’t build me to be chasing. You built me to be chosen.

Final Word: Block my impulses before I block my peace.

Disclaimer: This is humor with a halo. Don’t confuse divine intervention with self-control.