I thought about checking into a motel on the drive down today. The weather was perfect, the sun a golden orb of light, and traffic was atrocious. How nice it would be, to watch dusk melt into night from the window of some worn, seaside motel room. To sink into the cool sheets and listen to the sound of my breathing. How free I'd be.
Some days I just want to be alone, away from the world and all the expectations that come with it. It's a constant struggle, wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle of the everyday, while feeling incredibly lonely at times.
Lonely, that is. Not alone.
I am falling, and He is picking me up, and we are learning together, all the same.
