I remember when I was younger, going to church. There was this one lady whose testimony was always, “Jesus good, Him good, good, good, cyaaa done!” I used to think, Every single service she comes and says the same thing.
But now that I’m older, let me tell you… I understand.
They weren’t lying went they said one day you just wake up and just don’t care anymore. No warning, no dramatic shift, just a quiet, peaceful detachment.