My Testimony

I don't think I've ever shared this on this platform before - I guess when I started this blog it was mostly for me...a place to put my thoughts so to speak. It very much still is that; there's no one telling me what to write (or not write) about and while I do try and keep the focus of this thing pretty narrow, it's up to me. Having said that - the blogger platform does provide me with some visitor statistics and so I can see that there are a good number a people who read this. Also, I occasionally share something I've written with someone else if it's pertinent to a subject we're discussing. So - I thought why not put my story here; if it helps you or inspires you, all praise to God. So here goes:

This isn't a story about my life - this is a story about the past six years of my life, and it involves the rest of my life. The scene is February of 2019. It's a cold night, I'm outside in my backyard (letting the dog out) and yelling at God. I'd done this before, but there was one difference about this night and that was that I was actually yelling out loud, at God, as opposed to just in my head. For many years, since probably 7th grade (?) I had struggled with one particular addiction. It started because I saw a Playboy magazine at some point as a kid, and I grew up, the internet grew up with me. I remember the days of a dial-up modem and AOL CDs. I remember the days before cell phones and remember the first time one of my friends had a phone in their car (I was in high school). So...as I grew up, the internet grew up and access to pornography grew up right along side the internet.