My life was already wrecked, but I had no idea I still needed to be wrecked. I’m learning there are two very different versions to this idea. The good vs. the bad.
In 2009, I was a mess, a wreck. I wasn’t sleeping, taunted by nightmares. My depression was so overwhelming and the refusal to grieve the death of my father six months prior was taking its toll on me.
I was begging for God to show up, but I didn’t see him. I couldn’t feel him.
Then life changed. I don’t mean changed as in I slowly started to recognize my life was heading down a very dangerous path. I mean “changed” as in crashed.
Broken. Unraveled. Wrecked.
Read the rest of my post, “A Call to Be Different” for Jeff Goins over here…