There isnt a mountain too high

The day I waited for has come and gone and it was OK. I arrived at court hoping the first person I would see would be my solicitor, unfortunately it had to be my husband, we politely exchanged good mornings, he sat down and within minutes launched into taunting and goading, I took my leave and waited upstairs until my solicitor came.

An hour later having sat through other cases, we were told to wait outside for a hearing in the family court, again he took the opportunity to try a little intimidation, this time in front of some poor unsuspecting gentleman who didnt know where to look. I said nothing and went and found my solicitor to request he find me somewhere else to wait, which he did and waited with me.

When the time came it was over in a minute, a date was set for the 20th of September and that should hopefully be it.

I had forgotten what it was like to be treated like this and was quite surprised at my inability to stop shaking and annoyed that his behaviour can still have this affect on me.

It got me thinking later on, how on earth did I cope all those years, which led me to thinking about my faith, which seems dissappated in some sense, but realise it feels like that only because I no longer attend church and in some sense miss the positive involvement I had all those years ago, visiting the sick and housebound and being a special minister.

I was fortunate as at the time we had quite a radical priest who managed to make going to church and all other related activities a happy, fun filled experience, and Im sure this got me through and gave my life a sense of some balance.

The following posts I found on Youtube made me smile. Whoopie Goldberg here I come!! I just adore all that positive energy she exudes in this song...Oh Yeah!!!