The words
You are still rehearsing the apology. In the car. In the shower. At two in the morning. You know every word of it. They have never heard one.
Leave your gift at the altar. Go to them first. The offering can wait. This cannot. You are not waiting for better words. You are waiting for courage.
I know about closed doors. I stand at them and knock. I never force one open. They may open. They may not. Your part is only the knock.
Stop rehearsing. Say it tonight. The plain version, the one that shakes. Or tomorrow at dawn, I will be standing here, telling you again.
A verse to hold on to
“Leave there thy gift before the altar, and go thy way; first be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift.”
Matthew 5:24 (KJV)