January 3rd

January 3rd, 2001: I and 2 others lay wasted in a van in the middle of good 'ol Placerville... I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't see anything except blackness and I felt like I was spinning out of control...
my body still trying to deal with the drug abuse I had subjected it to at a New Years party a few nights before, I was convinced I was going to die...
My mind screamed for help wishing I could utter it...
I told God I was sorry and didn't want this anymore...
there was no response and I felt horribly alone...

3 days later I moved to Santa Barbara...

1 month later I submitted my life to a full relationship with Jesus Christ...

6 years later, I write this blog and am truly in awe at all the Lord has done to piece my fragile life together and restore the years the locust had eaten away...

I entered 2001, a blue haired, hopeless, strung out punk, and I enter 2007, full of life and eager for the path the Lord has laid before me...
Praise Jesus :-)