There are some people who go through life, making mistakes that are better left forgotten. .
There are others, who make the same mistakes, but have to keep talking about it and through it.

I'm the latter.
I wonder if that makes me any wiser, any stronger, any truer.

Dear Lord, I want truth.
Truth that is so real it consumes.

I remember daddy telling me that he told God, that if there ever comes a day when he is not convicted by the person of Christ. He's leaving the faith. Trust me to take after the blood that flows through my veins.