A year ago I was still taking that hour long weekly class on the book of Revelation. I only know this because I remember it was Halloween. I only remember this because my nephew came by and I snuck away from my zoom meeting. I have a picture somewhere. I ended up ghosting that class. I admit that it is immature for an almost 40 year old woman to do something like that. I have no excuses. I just wasn't on the same page as the direction the class was going, and it was confusing to me because now it is so much harder for me to process information sometimes. Plus, I was also given freedom of my heart and mind from searching out signs concerning Revelation. I do believe we are in the end times, but I no longer have this craving to put puzzle pieces together. My relationship with God is much more important to me than understanding where all the pieces fit. I know where I am going, and no matter what the rest of my life holds in store, like Chester Bennington once said, "in the end,...