Today is November 5th, 2017. It is a Sunday. The weather has been cold cloudy and sunny at times. I led worship, it went terribly, but that’s in the past now. 

Speaking of the past. As I have been this week I went through my journalling folder. I read this post from August 12th, 2016.

And I noticed something. 

Last August was rough, hell, last year was rough. I was pushed to my limits, forced to grow, questioning whether I would ever belong in the place I had put myself. 

I was depressed, AND lonely, AND confused. 

I was still binding myself under the notion that I was frozen in time, and for some reason, at that time I was unwantable and unknowable.

I thought I had done nothing.

I was wrong.

I wanted to be formed by ambition instead of lack of it, and this year I was.

I don’t feel like that anymore