Reading through my old poetry and lyrics from 2003-2006. It really reminds me of just how screwed up I actually was, how broken I actually was. Yet, amidst the destruction, the death that was written, there was hope splattered here and there. And that shocks me.
And makes me believe that yes, God was on my side long before I was on His side . . . and long, long before I was on my own side.
It took me awhile to be on my own side.