The Finalssss!
Part 5: The Good-bye God Allowed.
It was all cute until -
In March, Israel got accepted into a worship residency in Ghana for three months . All expenses paid. A chance to grow, learn, and serve. An answer to prayer.
Except… it meant leaving.
Priscilla supported him. She always did. She even helped him prepare his audition video.
“Three months isn’t forever,” he said, holding her hand at the airport, his voice both excited and breaking. “But promise me… we’ll keep building?”
She nodded, “Our altar doesn’t need building. We just need to keep the fire burning.”
The months that followed were… not so perfect.
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Long-distance is cute… until silence becomes normal.
It started slow—missed calls, dry texts, fewer “Amens.”
Priscilla convinced herself it was just the time zone.
That worship residencies were tough.That he was just “focused.”
But when the Holy Spirit starts whispering what your heart won’t admit, you learn to listen.
One Friday night,they FaceTimed.
He looked tired and older.
“There’s someone here,” he said, “Her name’s Alice. She’s... kind,pretty,God-fearing. And I didn’t plan for this, I swear I didn’t. But it happened.”
Priscilla stared at the screen. Not crying. Just breathing.
“Did you pray about her the way you prayed about me?”
He nodded,slowly.
She didn’t scream. Didn’t beg. Didn’t break anything. She just whispered, “I hope you stay where God says. Even if that’s no longer here.”
He covered his face, “I didn’t mean to—”
“I know. But grace is knowing when to let go. Even when the love was real.”
They ended the call with silence. The kind that said everything.
That night, Priscilla opened her journal. No devotional. No dreams. She wrote: “Lord, if I lay this down, I trust You’ll still build something beautiful from the ashes.”
About a month later-
Priscilla dove into purpose. She started a YouTube channel(Believing & Becoming)—where she spoke about faith, identity, being young, anointed, and emotionally available. It blew up faster than expected.
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Some love stories don’t start with a kiss—they start with a calling.
Because when you lay love on the altar,
God doesn’t burn it.
He breathes on it.
But sometimes, altars burn.
And sometimes, that’s holy too.