storm clouds. .

 

i cannot remember a time when the world was home. it is all foreign and domestic policy. where have i been ? in the arms of addiction. at church we were asked what do you know about faith. some of the sisters gave the usual textbook answer and i was soo wanting to jump up on the table and explain how faith smells soo much better than hope. it seems they have always had the lord in their lives. meek and mild so unlike me. i am bold. when it was my turn to speak i said that i was always drawn to the faith of my nanny. i could sense it more than i could see it. she was always standing in the eye of life's storm. i was the storm and she was the calm i longed for. the peace i wanted but could not grab ahold of.