I asked God for grace to leave and wisdom enough to stay gone.
Some roads aren’t meant to be rewalked, no turning back when it’s over, be delivered and done.
“I’ve already prayed—and the answer is no.”
Not every path deserves a return trip.
Some roads were meant to end. Some chapters don’t need rewrites.
When God brings you out of something that could’ve destroyed you—stay out.
Going back might mean never making it out again.
You’ve walked that road.
You’ve survived it.
Why risk it all now?
Pray about everything.
But when God gives an answer, trust it.
Respect it.
Walk in it.
You had a good run.
Be thankful.
Leave something for the next generation.
Sometimes the greatest faith is in knowing when to walk away—and never look back.
They asked me to pray about it…
But I already did.
And the answer?
No.
See—I’ve been down that road before.
Felt the gravel underfoot.
Felt the weight in my chest.
And still, God pulled me out of it.
So why would I go back?
I don’t need another fall to understand the edge.
I don’t need another fire to feel the burn.
When God closes a chapter, I don’t rewrite the pages.
I honor the escape.
Because truth is—
It’ll be harder the next time… if there even is a next time.
You learn to leave when the leaving is good.
You learn that survival sometimes looks like saying,
“That season served me—but it doesn’t serve me now.”
I’ve had my run.
I’ve lived my lessons.
Now I leave legacies, not regrets.
Let the next generation carry the torch—
I’m not going back for a flame that once almost consumed me.
So if you ask me to reconsider—
To retrace, revisit, relive…
Understand this:
I’ve already prayed.
And the answer—
still—
is
no.