I don’t want to stay and I don’t want to go. I’m stuck and I don’t feel anything from God. Big snow storms are coming, do I try and head out early or wait it out. If I leave I could be stuck in the middle of some pretty nasty blizzards, if I stay I don’t know how long it will be before the highways open again.
I don’t want to be here, it feels like settling. It’s cold and snowy and I miss my baby girl Princess. I sense no peace about any direction. I’m frustrated yet again, in a rut. I’m anxious to leave but not because I sense its time to go. I don’t know where you want me, or what you want me to do.
Perhaps it’s my own frustration, needing to leave, needing to relieve Mary of Princess that is causing the ears of my heart to be blocked.