I’m afraid I’m late again on this. I was just too tired by the time I got home from AWANA and got the kids into bed to write anything. Maybe I’ll catch up today.
(This is part of 31 Days of Writing)
I’ll be honest. I don’t feel much like flying in the spiritual sense these days. And I can’t say I look forward to it because I can’t look that far into the future. Each day is enough stress without even beginning to contemplate what the future will hold. People admonish me with lovely verses, but, so far, the serious stuff, it really isn’t going in my favor. And I doubt it willl.
Court is coming, again, in November. Each time I have faced Zelena in court or with lawyers he and his parents have practiced lies and deceit. I have absolutely no reason to imagine that this time will be different or that it will go in my favor. In this world, liars win.
It’s a little difficult to feel like flying when I am facing that. Add to it the PTSD from all the years of abuse, and it’s downright depressing most days.
Well, some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crown
So I’ve started out for God knows where
I guess I’ll know when I get there
~~Learning to Fly, Tom Petty~~