This past week has been rough for me. I see the cracks on the walls and wonder if I will still have a house when everything settles down. I can't seem to settle down. So many wallow in despair. I am one of them. I am wallowing in my own pit of despair. Light seems so far away. Scriptures say "stop complaining." I try. It seems insurmountable and unattainable...this mountain I must climb. My soul has been rubbed raw by the words that hit my ears like driving rain.
I reach out and feel the support of my family. They know my struggles and my desire for a safe harbor. They have been there, being tossed and thrown from one place to another. I fear for those that threaten to take away my identity. They will realize that identity can't be stolen. I am God's child. He is my safe harbor from life's storms.
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