My Friends,

I realize I am going to be opening up myself to criticism, but today I am going to share a small scene of the current story I am currently writing. Please be aware that this story is  difficult for me to write, but I must. It is based on my life, although I have taken a few liberties with certain parts. Please enjoy and feel free to comment on either the writing or the content.

The road stretched out in front of Daniel, beckoning him to the unknown future. The future was all he had. The past was to be forgotten. He must forget it. He would take his few possessions, wisdom leaned from the last three years, and the peace in his heart, garnered from reconciliation with God, and press forward towards a place and relationship of which he knew little to nothing.

The sun was beginning to set and he darted behind the sun visor, blocking the blinding rays of the sun. It was hit and miss with the radio station so he opted for a mix that Pastor Anderson had given him. It had some praise music on it, stretching his musical tastes in much the same way his soul had been stretched lately. He wanted to get to Cincinnati before dark, but it didn’t look that was going to happen. At this rate it would be after midnight before he reached the small town south of Louisville which was his final destination. He should have left sooner.

His car was on its last leg and Daniel desperately hoped that the money he had saved up for the last month was enough to pay for gas and the few morsels to eat. Although his sister had not approved of this trip, she had given him a little money and a gas gift card that she had won at a church raffle. Daniel was grateful that he had a sister who cared even though she didn’t quite understand his logic.

Was it logic? No, he didn’t think it really was. It was more of a compunction. A drawing. A yearning. He just knew that unless he did this he wouldn’t be able to rest. As it was, he wasn’t able to sleep through the night. He had trouble discerning fact from distortion, and those convoluted thoughts gnawed at him incessantly.

Daniel knew that the only one who could provide the answers lived at the end of this long drive. He prayed that his mom would recognize him after not seeing him these last few years.

 

This story is taking a lot from my soul and I can only write a little at a time. That is why it is taking me so very long. That and the fact that I am writing the first draft out in longhand. I look forward to sharing more of this story with you once in a while or even if you have an interest in knowing more about it. 

Drawing from my past, making sense of the present, and preparing for the future,

Your friend,

Petra