My natural instinct was to protect myself, which I thought I could do by not forgiving them…oh but was I wrong.
Have we gotten so used to a world that surrounds around us, that we have forgotten that we actually surround around it?
How will you use your story? Will you be an open book for the readers who need it? Remember, you can’t read a book that’s closed.
What happens when you’re off-roading with Jesus instead of cruising down the interstate? When you have a child before you planned? When you miss exit 25 to get married?
Do you understand why I don’t want to be perfect now? It’s a standard set up for failure.