Forgive me for wearing my heart on my sleeve
Its been two weeks that I've pecked away at my life story and my life beliefs. Slowly they are coming together and stored conveniently on my hard drive. With the contemplation that it takes to piece together one's history, comes another weight brought on by the grand questions of life. What am I doing? How will it end? Have I taken a wrong turn?

Each night I lay to rest these questions and confidently ask only for the strength for tomorrow. Why I offer up who and what I am: Grace to the broken. ...way more valuable than my life...