As a single mom, there were times that included situations and circumstances that were tough and trying.
Whenever I would fantasize about leaving (taking my kids with me, of course), I would whisper to myself my mantra.
It was whispered reverently, slowly and with a deep inhalation and a long exhalation.
And what was my mantra?
Was it the cliche, mediatative "00hmmmmm"?
Was is a favorite Bible verse?
It was a single word that represented escape.
And 4 people per square mile.
My mantra was, "Montana".
And now, I am beginning to see just how prophetic it might have been.
But, someday, God willing.