It felt as though a grenade had gone off in my mind leaving my thoughts in splinters. I could visually see myself gathering pieces of hope from the fragmentation. Each time I’d grab onto a thought of something positive, it was wrapped inside something unsure. Unease draped itself over my shoulders and I could feel it like a blanket of chainmail. It was too heavy for my frame to carry. Bending over from its weight, I could appreciate even this burden. It brought me lower than I’d be without it.
In this low position I spoke my prayer….“Who will give me wings,” I ask- “wings like a dove?” Get me out of here on dove wings; I want some peace and quiet. I want a walk in the country, I want a cabin in the woods. I’m desperate for a change from rage and stormy weather. Psalm 55:6-8 (The Message)