His Beautiful Mess

“It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?”  -Carl Sandburg And that's exactly what I'm doing but instead of being on a rock I'm nestled on a comfy couch alone at one of my fave coffee shops in town.  I just came back from one of the most exhilirating, life-challenging, gut-wrenching, terrifyingly beautiful experiences of my life that deserves careful reflection.  I promise it's a good ending although you may be skeptical at first. (For those of you that don't know, I spent the last half year in Australia for Bible training and India and Nepal for outreach.) For the last few years, as much as I tried to look like I had it all together, underneath I reeked of insecurity, paranoia, anxiety, and sadness.  I honestly prayed that God would let me die.  I had a beautiful life but I didn't see it that way.  After being dealt a painful hand of one tragedy after a...