She was right. It's been a whole lot of nothing. A lot like western Kansas, only bumpy. It's not as striking as Utah, yet the drive is still beautiful.
Yesterday, as I was driving along, I finally got into the thinking zone. I was listening to the radio, and a country song came on, something about "Jesus, take the wheel". And I found myself in tears, which is always a good clue that I've stumbled across a sore spot.
So, I poked at it a bit, to see what would come up.
A feeling that no one's in control of my life right now, and I wish someone was. I'm behind the wheel and steering along as best I can, but the past eighteen months have left me uncertain and unsure of the direction I am or ought to be going.
I'd like for God to be in control, or at least, pointing out the right road. But, unfortunately, I have no sense of God's Presence, either. I pray, but the prayers just die out in the emptiness. (I envy those with a sure sense of God and Her Love.) And I'm not putting it all on God, either - perhaps there is a response and I don't know it when I see it. It's very possible.
definitely a sore spot.