A Million Chances

I hope I'm always given a second chance. Whether its my career, my love interest, my family, my friends, my dreams, I like to think that no matter how badly I screw up, I can always get a second chance.

I recently told a friend that they had missed their last chance. It was more a way of restoring my own pride. I'm not perfect(though many obviously think otherwise). There is a lot of weird stuff going on inside my head and my heart. A lot of it is fun weird, but some of it is just plain odd. I'm still learning how I work. How the past has affected me on the inside. Apparently as you get older, all your worst habits and insecurities start to surface. I'm constantly contradicting myself. Like with this friend. I drew a line that I never want drawn in front of me. People deserve second chances. People deserve a million chances. God has given us infinite grace. He forgives us over and over again. I constantly whore myself out to this world, because I'm looking for happiness. Its not a horrible desire I have. But I will not find what I'm looking for except through Him, in Him, with Him. I want to be at peace with myself and my life so that I can freely give grace to others. To that friend, though you won't read this, I'm sorry.