Starting in the Middle…
It was the morning of February 24th, 2000 and I had already spent three hours at pornographic web sites, sitting in my cube at work. My stomach was wrenched in knots and I felt nauseous. I hated myself and felt a hopelessness that was beyond words. In desperation, barely knowing what I was doing, I opened a blank document and began to type. Tears streamed down my face as these words poured out:
All I want is to be free from sin.
I read that Jesus did that for me.
So what am I missing that I still struggle everyday?
Is there something I forgot? Am I deceived?
To continue in this manner is going to kill me.
I can’t stand to see myself living a lie.
Lord, I need to understand what I have done wrong.
I feel I love you, but I always turn and run.