I was mainly venting, venting my anger, because, as usually I was chewing on my thoughts to where I could just spit nails. Once I get it out, I can usually get a different view or find a way to deal with what is going on.
Angry? I am angry, tired too. How much is too much? How much longer can this go? I had hoped I saw a door opening to the freedom I/we much desire.
I haven't a word, and I know I need to be more patient. I did think things were coming together finally, but, apparently, Dick must of charmed himself out of things again, and set the blame on D.... the rebellious, lying teenager with the crazy mother.
I know, all in good time..... Bah!
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you.........
