I didn't know I was quietly linked on my church mates' blogs. I didn't even know they had blogs. And now I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the incredulity of me allowing myself to be tossed around like a rowboat among the rocks in a tempest, when there was a lighthouse lighting my way back home for so long.
There are still plans to make all of this right. It's just that they aren't mine no more.