Elizabeth a character in my book who thought nothing would turn out right.    

I often feel like I’m on a merry go round.   Each spin causes my focus to shift on what matters most and becomes less retainable. My hands wrap tightly around the bar that I hope is perfectly welded. My faith is captured somewhere deep in the middle of my soul with hope I won’t slip off and facture several bones.  How many of us feel like we are revolving down a path we never thought possible?  How many of us feel alone in the massive world we can’t keep up with?