I don't want this blog to become my "dear diary" complaining page. That's not at all what I want - I typically try to write insightful things that might inspire the one person who stumbles upon this every so often.
But, I need to vent.
I HATE BRANDON.
One of my major struggles right now is being OK with where God has me. I thought I saw a light at the end of the tunnel, but due to circumstances beyond my control, that light is flickering. I know God has a plan in all of this, and the original situation may very well work out the way it felt like it originally might, but the thought that getting out might not happen as soon as I had hoped is pretty crushing.
This place is like a solitary confinement sentence.
I can't handle it much longer.
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