...where to start?
well, i guess the best way to start is to say, I'M HOME! not for good, but for two weeks anyway. the past two months have been the most lifechanging days of my life. it's one of those things where you don't realize that the drill sergents are breaking you down and building you back up into a stronger, better version of yourself until you're there. they start by taking everything away, and putting us on an even playing field. then slowly you get to find your own strengths and weaknesses and discover that indeed we all have self worth, and we all have our own strength, and that before you can love or care about another person you've got to love and take care of yourself.
i found a lot at fort jackson, and have no doubt i will continue to find a lot in the coming months. i've found an inner peace that i haven't had...well, i don't think ever. and i find that i am an amazing person, but only through the strength that God gives me. there were a lot of days, and a lot of obstacles i knew that by myself i couldn't get through. but everyday when i woke up, i prayed, and at every obstacle, i prayed before i even attempted it. and every Sunday, i got down on my knees and cried and cried and cried and wrestled with my own inner demons, until finally, i came out on top. i have a tattered bible that goes with me everywhere i go. i keep it in my cargo pocket and inside of it i kept a picture of romeo, to remember why i was there. to remember what i was doing everything for. he really is the love of my life.
i came home yesterday to a number of suprises, but i find that with sleep, and some prayer, everything can be conquered, so one moment at a time, i move forward, ever so slowly with my arms outstretched, waiting and ready for whatever God hands me next.
i found a lot at fort jackson, and have no doubt i will continue to find a lot in the coming months. i've found an inner peace that i haven't had...well, i don't think ever. and i find that i am an amazing person, but only through the strength that God gives me. there were a lot of days, and a lot of obstacles i knew that by myself i couldn't get through. but everyday when i woke up, i prayed, and at every obstacle, i prayed before i even attempted it. and every Sunday, i got down on my knees and cried and cried and cried and wrestled with my own inner demons, until finally, i came out on top. i have a tattered bible that goes with me everywhere i go. i keep it in my cargo pocket and inside of it i kept a picture of romeo, to remember why i was there. to remember what i was doing everything for. he really is the love of my life.
i came home yesterday to a number of suprises, but i find that with sleep, and some prayer, everything can be conquered, so one moment at a time, i move forward, ever so slowly with my arms outstretched, waiting and ready for whatever God hands me next.