I want to live, not just survive.

Tomorrow will be 100 days sober for me.
76 of those days I don’t consider mentally because alcohol was still my only hearts desire, but I couldn’t, thanks to my parents keeping a closer eye on me.
23, and tomorrow 24, of those days have been my choice though. It wasn’t forced, it wasn’t because of my parents. It was because I desired to know and love Jesus. It was because I started to choose to fight sin, not let it run all over me.

I have to remind myself every day that I choose to fight; I have a reminder on my phone that goes off every morning and stays visible on my phone to remind me throughout the day.

• Question: dont go to SCAD, go to VCU. trust me on this one. - brokura
• Answer:

  What’s better about VCU?

VCUarts
Virginia Commonwealth University.
#1 public design school in the nation.
Less than half the cost of SCAD.

I’m considering it…..over SCAD.

Anybody know if it’s actually as good as it sounds?

This summer is going to be a long, lonely one.

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It’s all been easy up until now. Easy as in fighting off this sin that has captured me. I can do it when it’s easy, but when it starts to creep back in I lose it. I drop everything and run back into the same dark, miserable life I’ve known for so long. It’s just instinct. I don’t know how to explain it. The desires of my flesh take over and I can’t seem to manage them.

But this time is different. I will fight, because I choose to. I choose to not let alcohol or anything else rule my entire being. I choose Jesus.

In tenderness
He sought me
Weary and sick with sin
And on His shoulders brought me
Back to His fold again
While angels in His presence sang,
until the courts of heaven rang.

Oh, the love that sought me!
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold of God
Grace that brought me to the fold of God.

He died for me while I was sinning
Needy and poor and blind
He whispered to assure me: “I’ve found thee; thou art Mine”
I never heard a sweeter voice, it made my aching heart rejoice.

Upon His grace I’ll ponder, and sing anew His praise
With all adoring wonder, His blessings I retrace
It seems as if eternal days, are far too short to sing His praise.