I sat in my car the morning after a typical night out, hunched over my steering wheel sobbing, sobbing so much tears were flooding my mouth and my lap. Little bits and pieces flashed through my mind of the night before putting my spirit in physical pain. I know it sounds outrageous… and it was. I felt a weight so heavy it made it hard to breathe.

It was more than a night out. It was a lost battle. It was a war for my attention. It was a war for my heart.

I felt the weight of my sin. It killed me the way it couldn’t co-habitat with my spirit. Something had to change. Something had to go and nothing in me was going to allow it to be Jesus.

I repented right then and there. In a world that claims to be Christian, but looks exactly like the things He came to save us from, this wasn’t a popular move nor did it seem like something to be worked up about.

But I knew for me, I had been broken for my sin, broken for the things that broke him.

Once I came across this topic submission, I knew that it was something I wanted to touch on. “Falling Away” wasn’t just a season, it was disobedience. It was the repercussions of things that I’d put before God.

I’m thankful for the conviction, for the redirection, but more importantly I’m thankful for His abundant grace and the fact that He didn’t give up on me.

And He won’t give up on you either.