Hey,

I am not good.

You are good.

Lately, Its been hard figuring out what the definition "good" really means, and I'm realizing how different mine and Your definitions of good really are. You are never changing yet I can be so two-faced, so double-minded, so manipulative, and so fake. Yet You haven't left me. Thank you. Thanks for a new season, thanks for getting me through my first year of college, and thanks for never leaving or forsaking me. Open my eyes, destroy my pride, break down my walls. I am yours. Soli Deo Gloria.

love your son,

John