pearls before swine "balaklava"
About a year and a half ago, when moving from Pensacola, where I was on a path of selflove, to Havelock, where I really didn't want to be as it didn't suit the desires of that selflove, I told Nic as we crossed an intersection that I was at a crossroads, at which point I would no longer cuss. True, I failed at this, but I just realized that I was indeed onto something. My focus at the time was a simple one, yet I had no idea how much deeper I was to change after that crossroads.
Shortly after that I was in Iraq, where I believe God's transforming work in my life really began. Shortly after that I began attending New Song, where that seed flourished into a full, blossoming commitment and love for God. Shortly after that I was in Jackson, helping out at Westwinds and Stac's house. Shortly after that I was in Portland, at Multnomah. And in a short time from now I will be in Malaysia, beginning my new dream on my new path of Godlove, that began at that crossroads, which began Jesus' transformational work in my life made possible by his judgment on the cross.
Shortly after that I was in Iraq, where I believe God's transforming work in my life really began. Shortly after that I began attending New Song, where that seed flourished into a full, blossoming commitment and love for God. Shortly after that I was in Jackson, helping out at Westwinds and Stac's house. Shortly after that I was in Portland, at Multnomah. And in a short time from now I will be in Malaysia, beginning my new dream on my new path of Godlove, that began at that crossroads, which began Jesus' transformational work in my life made possible by his judgment on the cross.