I’m almost fifty years old. I have 5 grown children. My first two babies where placed for Adoption. I have been married almost 10 years to an Army Vet. I have 5 grandchildren that I know about. I have only had four female friends in my life time that I considered true friends. None of them struck for one reason or anther. I miss having a friend.

For the last 8 years I have been driving 18 wheelers cross the United Sates with my husband as his co-driver. Now we are home and I find myself lonely for the highway.

Covid 19 has must of us home so I have had a lot of time reevaluate myself. Looking back over my life I can say I did okay. Yet, when I was going through my past, those years had some real hard lessons for me. Yet I’m still here only for the Loving Grace of God.

When I was about eight or 10 years old my mother would drive me to the bus stop every school morning. We would sit in the car and wait on the school bus to come.  She wanted to make sure my butt got on that bus. While waiting she would recite Psalms 23. the Psalm of David. My mom made sure I knew those verses of the bible and we recited it almost every day until I ran away from home at the age sixteen. OMG. My Grandmother said to me, after I had Dorothy, that I would receive the same heartache I gave my mother “THREE TIMES FOLD”. After my Big mamma died I often say to her, in my thoughts, way would you put something like that on me, I thought I was her favorite.

Through out my life there have been situations that have arose that I knew would kill me or are I wished I would just die. Gods PURPUSE AND PLAIN , I SAY.

The isolating  that I had as a long hall truck driver gave me a lot of time to think and grow. I thank God for giving my mom the words of David because having God to hold onto WHEN you feel like you have nothing , chanced my life more than I can count. I’ve even called myself breaking with God , believing that my sines where to mush for HIM to help me in my times of need. I would COME TO MY SENCES