How often I have not been the one who I was created to be. How often I have been the yelling," I'm too tired sweetheart", Mother. I have been the complacent and complaining wife, not willing to give my husabnd the attention and love that all to often he desires. I have been in close company with the spirit of bitterness and not the Spirit of God. I had allowed myself to spin out of control. Most times I would run and run and run, then run some more, thinking I could escape myself,my bitterness, my Son's issues, my anger. There was no escape. I was in a prison that I had built and I put my own chains on and put myself in my own cell and locked the door.