Her name was Natalie
I had just turned 18. I was lost. My thoughts were the same. You are running out of time. A new high school graduate with a barely 3.0 GPA and a bleek look at dreams coming true. Learning everything after the fact I had a gift of discernment which was overshadowed by insecurity.
In my mind my appearance was always hideous. Comedy was the only tangent of interest to help me forget.
A momma's boy with a Granny's heart and a sister's allegiance. I am sheltered to be a good man. Shy. Honest. Searching for the biggest answer to a larger question as I remain distracted by an ongoing question. "Do you love me like God loves me?"
