Honest to goodness, I am not ashamed to be the person I am now.
I look back over my life, and I think about who I used to be, and the kinds of things I used to do and the way I used to hide myself away and the way I used to treat people and just all of these things, and I look at me now and I’m… well, I’m kind of proud of who I am now.
Don’t get me wrong. I still do some really stupid things, and I still have a tendency to hide myself away and I never would have made this far without Jesus but I’m okay with who I am. I mean, sometimes I can get pretty down on myself, but everyone does that at some point or another. But the point is, I feel like I can honestly hold my head up high and be proud of the person I’ve become. I’ve still got a long way to go and a whole lot of crap I’ve got to deal with and demons and skeletons I’ll have to face, but I’m okay with all of this.
All of this comes to me as something of a surprise.
Oddly enough, these would be late night musings brought on by listening to Staind.
But whatever.

