So I'm sitting in Barnes&Noble/Starbucks with my good friend Holly, and we've stumbled upon some of my old Tweets from a long-deserted Twitter account. They're kind of like lint you find in an old jacket pocket, to be honest. So here's part of a series that I posted when I was still struggling in the early stages of recommitting my life to Christ... It's humbling sometimes to look at where you are in relation to how far God has brought you:
17 November 2009: "This lifestyle is hard. This walk can be unforgiving. But I've had enough of the dank bar, bathed in red light. The wee hours of the morning, the cold clamminess of that bottle condensating in your cool palm. Drugs passed back and forth freely, like the breaking of bread. The fast women who will never remember your name, or care to. The empty streets. The loose morals. the endless night. And oh the shame as your eyes crack open the next morning, head heavy on ur pillow, wondering how you can feel so alone while surrounded by people..."
I wouldn't trade this life God has blessed me with for anything in the world. He means so much to me, how could I even try and put it into words?
