I am just a broken Christian trying my best to live life to the best of my abilities. And it's not easy. It was never promised to be easy. It was just promised to be worth it. I am just now figuring out this Christian stuff; although, I have proclaimed to be one all my life. I have spent most of my life staying as far away as possible from "those Christian" people who are weak. I was tired of getting let down by the people who were supposed to be lifting me up. I gave up on organized religion for most of my adult life; preferring to have a one or one relationship with God. A lot less drama. But it wasn't working. I wasn't the person I needed to be. I am still not the person I am suppose to be.
I have wanted to tell my story for awhile now, but I am not a writer. I am not a storyteller. I just couldn't get the idea out of my idea, but I kept pushing it back...claiming I had no time for such things. After many subtle and a few not so subtle remainders that some times we just have to take a leap of faith or a single small step to begin, I decided to give this a try.
My story is not remarkable. In fact it is very ordinary. There is nothing special about me or my journey except my life and my journey belong to God. They always have. Through all the detours and rest stops. That is the remarkable part. God is a patient driver. He allows his to make pit stops without punishment. He allows detours without complaint.
I still struggle to stay on the path. I am by no means perfect. I am still broken. But I am less broken than I was three years ago.
And here's how I got here. The whole story.
