Rollin Me Down the Highway

Image via WikipediaGod, where did I go?

I used to be fearless.

I crossed state lines last night and have found myself this morning in Duson, Louisiana. Farther East on I-10 than I ever went before...and quaking in my Keds the whole way.

I pray constantly that  God has me even though I'm not really feeling it. Trusting in God and having faith, or lunatic with a brain tumor?

I don't know yet.  So far, I'm still willing to go with the brain tumor theory.

I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Texas.

I miss driving with X-2 and feeling confident that we'd get anywhere we wanted cause he was driving.

I detest not having a destination or a home to return to.

Freedom isn't always what it's cracked up to be.

Sometimes it's just scary and lonely.

*sigh*

So barring a miracle, or possibly because of one, I will head on down the highway some more when I check out. Following I-10 E farther, mainly because I don't have any better ideas.

Prayers would be great.

Dear God,

Please send money and courage. Preferably in that order.

Amen

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