I often think about what people think about my putting so much of my life story on the Internet. I am momentarily concerned at times with the fact that my employers and my coworkers and my classmates all have such insight to so many personal moment of my life. But recently I realize there’s a distinction between what I do as far as work and what I was put on earth to do. As I’m maturing or as I have matured in the last couple of years, I have found such healing with my church family. And I regret so much the time that I spent too afraid to seek that healing. I regret so much the time that I spent not believing that healing with possible. I know so many people food live with emotional scars of abuse, of addiction, of poor self image, of codependency and it breaks my heart. Because I am one of those guys. I still struggle with some of these issues. Therefore my passion is this: if by telling a story that I am no longer ashamed of that, one other person like me might realize that they are not alone; that one person like me might seek help; that one person like me might have hope all my past trials will have had a purpose. And God is glorified because He through Jesus is the source of the healing. My identity created by circumstance has been hidden in my identity in Christ. My new life supercedes my past. It is not forgotten or obliterated but the sharp edges are made smooth in light of God’s love for me.  Be blessed.