It races for the devilish thoughts I dare to let slip.

My mind is a million variations on a theme.

I’ve crossed the bridge away from my Norman Rockwell life.

I realize there is no one to please, save One.  And what is this from His hand?

He is my dearest Husband, yet.  Trust Him I will.  Hand in hand we walk down this path, but I have no idea where.  Kind of like normal, but this is so very different.  

I’ll let you in on a secret:  It’s okay to be not normal.  I’ve been doing it for quite a while now.  Chapter and verse, Amen.