My life was already wrecked, but I had no idea I still needed to be wrecked. I’m learning there are two very different versions to this idea. The good vs. the bad.
In 2009, I was a mess, a wreck. I wasn’t sleeping, taunted by nightmares. My depression was so overwhelming and the refusal to grieve the death of my father six months prior was taking its toll on me.
I was begging for God to show up, but I didn’t see him. I couldn’t feel him.
Then life changed. I don’t mean changed as in I slowly started to recognize my life was heading down a very dangerous path. I mean “changed” as in crashed.
Broken. Unraveled. Wrecked.
Read the rest of my post, “A Call to Be Different” for Jeff Goins over here…
Living with Drug Addicts, Prostitutes, and Alcoholics
