Remember when I said that I’m fighting you? Well the truth is, I’m not and it feels to us both like you are winning. Sometimes I’m willing to concede to the idea because it’s easier and doesn’t require me to change my worst patterns—an impossible task. But I know that you won’t win. You are not writing my story. So while I may not have much hope now, I will. At some point will come a time when I look back from a greater height. I will say that my God pulled me out despite the fact that I used to shake my fist at Him saying he couldn’t or wouldn’t help me. I will not say that you won. The bible tells me so (it’s not trite, it’s true).
Sincerely not yours,