We sat at Starbucks for nearly 4 hours just talking the night away. He's a good friend, a great help and just one of those people who slap me in the face to set me straight because he thinks that I'm better than who I've been these past few months. And he's right, because this isn't who I am.
And so I will be on the path to recovery and I will be facing my shit head on, and I won't back down. I will see it, acknowledge it and give it up. And in the meantime, I will be tearing apart my Bible because there's so much that I don't understand, so much that is unfathomable to me, so much that I need to uncover and believe for myself... because I want to see the light in the midst of this heavy darkness and because I want to be proactive in how I spend my time and because I have been so faithless and full of dread and because I want to believe and I want to be passionate and reckless again. I want. I need. I want. I want. I NEED.
I. am. blessed. Ridiculously so.
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