For the life of me, I cannot understand. I am different. Not special nor atrocious. Just different.

Let me be real with you. I think a lot. Too much? I really need to find out. If I am thinking the average amount, I want to know why it’s so hard for people to be real. What is it that scares people away from talking about real issues?

Story: I work with a woman. There are an absurd amount of very discriminating rumors about this person. I bought into those stories and my assumption was that this girl was a washed up pill head with mush for brains. Let me be truthful. She hears me in a drunken conversation talk about my life as a Christian. That was the seed. I just said I was a Christian and went about my story. Next night we start talking. It starts off kind of bashful but we get comfortable really fast. She says to me “When I heard you say you were a Christian I got this strange feeling that this could be my last chance to find that again.”

Wow, right?

I had a pretty rough weekend up to that point. I was drained; emotionally and physically. I made some stupid decisions, lost some sleep, and wasted some time. But then out of nowhere this brick from God just slams me in the face. We always have to be ready to witness. We always have to be ready to help people. I don’t understand exactly why people dig me as much as they do. I know some of you reading this are definitely going to take that and pile it on the ego trip you already think I have. I just want people to like me. It’s hard when they start needing me. There is no structure to this thought. This is just what I had to say at 6:58 in the morning.

Good luck processing that.