Guilt!

There are days when I don’t even want to wake up in the mornings. These are the days I wish I could simply disappear and and be erased from my family’s memories so that their hurt over my struggles would be gone. I would give anything if I could do that for them because that is what they deserve. But, I can’t do that and because of that the guilt goes on.

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Sin and Redemption, pt. III

By the beginning of 1999 I found myself in a small pentecostal church on the back roads of Van Zandt County, Texas. The pastor at this church believed that God wanted him to hold church services every single night of that year. Somehow, I started playing the piano for these services. For the better part of six months I was in that church, on that piano bench every single night without missing a single service.

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