Day two

As I write this, I am sitting in my room typing on my iPod Touch, finishing a footlong peppermint stick I was given for Christmas. Not easy if you're like me, and you're a little bit of a bit mouth breather. 

I just found the other day that my friend Eneida is pregnant with her first child, and of course she and her husband Rudy are thrilled. What surprised me was how thrilled I turned out to be. There was a time in my life not too long ago when I didn't (and couldn't) care about these things. Since I got saved two years ago this March 28 (just three days before Rudy and Eneida's anniversary incidentally), God has given me a loving heart I never had before. I love The Lord and I'm grateful that He chose to save me, but the clearest sign that he has forgiven me is that I love others that I could not love before.

Not long before I was saved, I had come to a point where I was totally despondent. I was alone, miserable, and utterly consumed by fear. I was so frustrated that I wanted to die, but too scared to do anything about it. When you're that lost in yourself, you think nobody understands. I now see that isn't true and never was so. 1 Corinthians 10:13 says "No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind." Looking back with a new heart and almost two years of perspective, I can say emphatically that I was wrong. No mater how much I thought people didn't understand me, it was I who didn't understand. My struggles were (and are) mine, but they are not totally unique. If they were, I wouldn't be human; I would be a thing apart.