text:  urging that, so I'm going to stay out of the way and trust God, blah, blah, you know, and everything. So she stays out of the way, and I tell my mom, I'm kind of feeling torn, like, hey mom, I'm not, you know, I'm on both of y'all. My mom says, I understand, I said, God's leading me to do this. I help him pack, he's talking to me, he leaves. He comes back about six months later just to visit, and he's bragging about