Well, I suppose it’s time I begin to reveal my story. I wish I were coming here to offer a hope and a peace. Some days I may; many days that has lead me.
As time wanes on, I find further confusion, desperation and a faith detaching from it’s source.
And so if a faith becomes detached, does it any longer exist? Where is my Abba right now? Have I just sinned too much? Been just too reliant on self? Why am I so resistant to releasing all things to Him? Should I have consulted with Him about that rainbow?
Look friends. I am quite leery about doing this. But I have come to the place where I can find no other recourse. Desperation mixed with paralysis is a truly uncomfortable place. I know that this could bring me further harm, but at this point I have little left to lose. My hope is that I find those of you that… well, I guess I best not say it here. Sigh. It is truly becoming more & more difficult for me to see through the weeds…