[Epiphany]
Spending quite a while checking pockets and cushions for any change he could scrounge up…Noah took a step back and asked God for guidance. He needed to step away from the situation. Shower on. Scalding hot water began running through the rickety pipes. Pain and pleasure balanced. Hands pressed up against the tiled wall. Water pouring down his forehead, nose, lips, chin…mind blank.
“Tithe!”
The guidance he was looking for. He felt strong and justified; he was on a holy mission!
Hot turned to cold. Shower off. Towel dry. Putting on his Sunday best, he then took to raiding his weekly tithe jar. Counting it down to the cent and dumping every penny into his coat pocket; Noah was now ready to go. Keys, leash, bag…the pair headed out the front door; heads held high in excitement.
*Purpose!*
Into The Mystic, Ash 