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.
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.
Please send money and courage. Preferably in that order.