Dreams

Dreams.... I really have come to hate dreams.  It hits me about once a week. I am either back there fighting a battle. Or I am attempting to leave again. Those ones I hate the most because they are so real. In the dreams he is always home while I'm trying to leave. (Which is not how I did it, I waited for him to go to work.)  Sometimes I am rounding up the children knowing I have another home we should be at instead. Sometimes I am in fear trying to get all the children out now. Sure hope these dreams stop soon.
Always I wake up......  and think THANK GOD I AM OUT! I am safe in my room. Praise the Lord.

The other day mom and I were talking and I said you know what I am a single mom of 7 of 8 and I am not in the least bit scared.
She said not only that but you are a single unemployeed mom and having nothing to fear because God has gotten you this far so how can the future scare you!