I'm not crazy, but I might be crazy
Honestly, I'm just not sure if I am or not. Some days I feel very crazy. But today as I was driving in a car full of loud, wild and singing kids my mind ventured somewhere else. And out of the blue I said to myself, "I'm just crazy enough to believe that You can restore what I have ruined." Obviously, I was talking to God. And for a moment peace flooded my soul. I would have to be crazy to believe that God will restore it. Why? He didn't ruin it. I did. If you have read my past posts then you may already be ready to throw in the towel on my blog because of the amount of times that I use the word ruined . I started to apologize for it but then I deleted it because I am not sorry. That is just where I am right now. In the after-math. And quite frankly, for sometime now I have doubted that God would fix what I have broken. Because I felt like I made those choices on my own, he isn't obligated to fix it. But then I thought about my kids. And time after tim...
