Whenever I go on vacation, my nieces know to expect a present. In years past they've received every musical instrument sold on islands, including a paddle drum, recorder, maracas... There's just one thing that all of these gifts have in common- they all have the life span of maybe one to three weeks. Inevitably, something breaks off the toy and it gets discarded- forgotten from thereon.
That's how I felt about my island friend. At first he was a novelty and my ego benefitted from being wanted- pursued even - but then when reality arrived, I saw how flawed this toy was and I didn't want to play any more.
This move has helped create distance without me even trying which is why I also think it is the work of my heavenly creator. As I accepted my role of one of the people who would help him think about his relationship with Christ, I decided that it was the only role I felt comfortable playing. I saw that my time had expired.
Unfortunately, he didn't. So there have been several missed calls and he even recently blocked his number and called me with a frantic voice of whether I was okay. Because I skyped with Pro the other day and I've been talking to my family and friends back home, I haven't signed out. This morning I woke up and had a message from him asking how things are. I know it's time to cut the cord. If I'm going to live a life that's good and true, I must be honest. I've moved on to other toys in the playbox with more longevity.
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