Crawling into a hole....
hiding in a huge empty room....
Underneath the stairs in a rickety old house....
All things I could do right now.
Things keep happening. Things that make me think for a moment that maybe I could stay. Maybe I could settle. Maybe I could even be happy.
But it's like the moment the thought enters my head that something else happens which causes me to double take and shake my head in dis-belief.
The conclusion.... can't be a God thing, right.
When the path is supposed to be straight out before me, I keep twisting and turning, tying myself up in complicated knots.
What if the wool were to just unravel, and I were to sit here and let it unwind from around my swollen ankles?
What would happen then?
