I ran away one day a few months ago. I dropped the boy off at school and then drove around aimlessly for a few hours, turning at any old crossroads, not caring where I went, just not wanting to be where I was.
I am poured out like water,
(indeed the spirit of God lives in me)
and all my bones are out of joint;
(governed by the Spirit, I yield to you)
my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast;
(He who searches my heart knows the mind of the Spirit)
my strength is dried up like a potsherd,
(I am weakened by the flesh)
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
(intercede for me, Holy Spirit)
you lay me in the dust of death.
(we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered)
Psalm 22: 14-15, Romans 8
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor
depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from
the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.