I've never been sure of the existence of a God. I'm more sure today that there may not be one that is loving. But I am at this moment asking whatever Powers That Be to care for those that lives have been shattered. The actions of one so depraved has broken my heart. What evil could live in this person's very being to commit such a heinous, horrible act? There probably isn't a benevolent God but there certainly is a malevolent one.
This is a blog by a woman in her 50's who is finally on the crooked path to find who she truly is.
Married at 19 and divorced at 53. I am going to unearth the artist, the cynic, the free spirit that has been long buried. Or die trying.
I've left Bethlehem
and I feel free...
I've left the girl I was supposed to be
and some day I'll be born.