I write this knowing the previous posts will kinda vanish. Click here to read the me before God cleaned me up.
I never plan to run away. It just happens over and over. Sometimes, I get a chance to see who I could of been. Yet in my ignorance God called forth mercy. I understand a wounded Samsom wanting to be comforted. No longer do I look down, I see him and realize this need for a Savoir.
There is no doubt. This country needs Jesus. Its just in sitting @ this jazz night. I need him more. Without the grace/mercy/love of Jesus I am a hollow smile.
Someone asked if I were a theoretical or practical Christian. Unless I manage to abide in Him, peace will vanish like my old posts.
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