Hello Dear Friend

Ponder how valuable your soul must be for Satan to tirelessly pursue it and for the King to willingly die for it.

Tortured. Tormented. Possessed. These are all words that could be used to describe my adolescence. For most of my childhood, all my teens, and into my early twenties I lived in a world stuck in the bondage that fear brought.

Outdone, overcome, and overwhelmed would all be pretty good words to describe what these past few months have looked and felt like for me. Since my last letter, back in April, ‘A Wicked Masquerade’, God has been moving in my heart and life in a way that can only be described as reckless.