Beer. That was my favorite drink. But you know what was better than that? Tequila. Put these two dancing in a crowd of friends and strangers and more friends, I quickly and inevitably became someone to regret the next day.

What I remember from my past, is not remembering enough. I was desperately unaware of the capacity with which my flesh was standing, and I wonder how much longer it would have taken to fully rot down to my core. I thought I was close.

Which is the lie that ultimately forced me to sit up and listen for the voice that had been calling me for years. My lowest moment in life transformed into a glimpse of eternity, that shed me of all the shame, fear and decisions I had made.

Accepting the idea that I could be good enough for God, was the most self-provoking challenge I had…