It wasn't the most beautiful time. I wasn't the most beautiful person.
I'm 29 years old, and not far off from leaving the 20's forever. I live in Dallas, Texas now. I don't like it, but I like a solid handful of the people I've met. I've met perhaps the most sincere Christians I've ever known here. Mind you, I've met sincere Christians in all areas I've lived. But the people I've met here have shared their stories and their broken heart stories with me, and they've given me room to share my own.
So, although I don't like Dallas, the "Drinks" girls, or the very strange social vibe that happens here -- it's also played a part in my strange narrative.
"In the morning we cannot yet know who our neighbor will be that day." -Dallas Willard, The Divine Conspiracy.
I wake up every day, and the days seem to pass faster and faster, but I hope more and more, and try to forgive more and more (...most of the time). And all of this is with God in mind; I have a genuine love for who God is and not who I want Him to be. I have a genuine love takes shape as someone different from myself -- that I am allowed be to created in His image and that I can strive to make his dwelling in me and not the other way around.
Though hard questions in life don't seem to get any easier, the fruit that comes from within takes a different shape when striving with God for the sake of God, rather than striving with God for the sake of answers.