sometimes the feeling to run away hovers over me like a cartoon rain cloud.
should i?
could i?
where would i go?
how would i get there?
who would i tell?
what am i looking for?
what will i find?
what will i learn?
trusting in God can be so hard. to look to him and his strength when nothing else makes sense.
ahhh, the joys of venting to a blog.
Hold me Father as I tread in the quicksand of "pressure to be".
