Today is a new day.

Much to my delight I discovered a Starbucks right round the corner from the Village Church, and while there yesterday, writing out my preliminary answers to a mission preparedness questionnaire (of all things) I realized I needed to become more serious about finding a place to make tangible and permanent the details of this story.

My conversion is a tale filled with stories that will blow you away, and continually leave me dumbstruck at the awesome master plan of the master creator who could even think of weaving such details in and from tragedy to a love I cannot even wrap my mind around - and if we are honest, you cannot even understand. 


I cannot forsee how these tales will come.  In my fear, Old Hollie would over think a way to not write at all.  At one point I almost considered this task would be impossible being single - yeah, crazy.  I'm no longer connected to the English professor I thought I would marry, like he somehow would or could make me capable - which displays our dependant dysfunction, and equal guilt in it.

The best part of leaving the relationship is realizing exactly what I have been saved from.  He was not abusive, nothing like that -- but was your run of the mill "Little Boy Larry" Mark Driscoll describes and I was the desperate girl who knew his potential... this is the reality of many guys and gals today.

 I met him on his birthday, the worst birthday of his life, a day he used to say I saved him from.  I told him a month later he would be the one to save me - and nearly three years later, on July 14 2011, that is exactly what happened.

Well, he was the instrument anyway.  And that is when this story gets really, really good.

But in all of it, all I ask is that the Holy Spirit comes to guide my heart, my mind, and my words, and I pray he allows me simply to be used to share, in whatever means he supplies, the work he is doing, the work he has done, and what he will do. 

God's wrecking ball has utterly destroyed everything in my life.  It is nearly done swinging, and it is with glad submission to and anticipation of his plans for me, I begin this blog.

Today marks the day my tale began 26 years ago... and through all of the hurt, the pain, the dripping blood, the tears and all of the madness that ensued, isolated and alone in a world full of people -- I would never take January 6, 1986 back.



Today I can truly say, "Thanks, Dad."


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