A Land Locked Wanderer

Hello - I'm Priscilla

Just an on-line log of me, following my heart across the globe, while my feet stay firmly stranded in the very heart of the United States, waiting to follow the Creator of it all on the next adventure. One part content, one part longing for something more again.

Feel free to escape with me.

Raging jealousy

I realise almost daily that people’s deffinition of hard times varies to almost infinite degrees. Hearing someone vent about how hard things have gotten and then to warch them do things I can only wish for sometimes pushes me over the edge. I feel like vommiting right now from the envy clawing its way into my heart. And I am a hypocrite. My struggle is nothing to compare to some. And I don’t want to invalidate the fact that these others are genuinely struggling in whatever area of their life is harder, but it makes it so much more difficult to be content, to persevere with a right heart, when involuntary spasms of jealousy hit me full in the face.

Boston cir. 1775

Boston cir. 1775

jazzbruce:

Photo by Ricky Uz
(Positano, Italy)

jazzbruce:

Photo by Ricky Uz

(Positano, Italy)

Resentment kills a fool, and envy slays the simple.

—Job 5:2