Putting It All On The Table...

I've had this blog for several years now, though I've rarely written in it.  I've kept a lot of posts hid on and off and I've started a bajillion drafts I've never finished.  Upon remodeling from the post-teenage angst to the Netzarim I have become,  I guess if anyone wants to proceed past this point, why not let them (yes, I republished said posts)?  Where does this strange person come from?  I graduated high school when I was 17, which started a three year long roller coaster ride of crazy in which we were victim of house fires, burglaries, meth heads, and mean people.  We lost everything we owned just about every time we moved (11 times I think?).  We buried just about everyone we loved - my dad, his aunt, his mom, his great grandma, his grandpa, both of our best friends, and I'm sure I'm leaving someone out but I think the idea is adequately presented.  We had freak accidents of broken jaws, broken ankles, and broken hearts.  A big, human part of me wants to hide all of these things away in my heart's chest of secrets.  But secrets don't make friends.  And the past can't be erased.  If it weren't for where I've been, I wouldn't have arrived to where I am now.  After many sleepless nights of desperate prayers and days, weeks, months, years of wandering through the desert (metaphorically speaking), I've changed.  A lot of people don't like the change, they say I'm crazy, obsessive, foolish, fooled?  But it's better than who I once was.  And I'm not here to please people.  If the Bible presents Paul's past, I can let the world see the few blogged remnants of who I used to be...