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When you reach for a friend, your words strike a chord within them—one they may never have seen, felt, or known before. In that moment, you become their worship, their praise, or their demise. And you pay the price for it.

Too much praise, and the fall can be long.
Too much criticism, and the body cannot bear it—it explodes in anger, sacrificing itself in rage, feeding on itself only to feed on another later.

Someone is always searching—for their next god or their next devil. It does not matter whom, only when.

So when we turn to the God of all centuries, when we hear His name guiding us through storms set ablaze by both criticism and praise, our boats are steadied. This boat is the vessel of your own body, the subject of your own mind.

Going to God, not people, is a lesson learned. Because what you were seeking was love, and in the process, you sacrificed a peace that endures through the ages—the luxury of winning replaced by the steadiness of the eternal.