In my dreams billowing sails of white moved me quietly along on my well-planned voyage through life, but the choices I made put me adrift. I waited, hoping, that my ship would come into the wind, but I was caught in the wills and whims of the tides of life and I didn't know how to escape the storms that followed. Then, without steerage, I ran aground, hard and fast in a fallen world. I had hopes of being a choir-boy at my church, I would wear a navy-blue blazer; crimson necktie, and a surplice of white, now I can't, I'm dirty, and I can't get clean. I wanted to confess my sin but I couldn't, if I did, everyone would hate me. A Tsunami of shame and torment ebbed over my life; I was drowning. I was a twelve-year-old boy when this journey began, a journey that would take decades to complete. It would take me from a self-destructive life of condemnation to a freedom that only God's grace could provide. Follow me as I struggle to separate fact from fantasy, and dreams from reality in an emotional confrontation with a past that desperately wanted to steer my future. As you journey with me you will be introduced to a GOD that never forgets his own, never. One day on this painful voyage of wanderings I will meet (once again), the ONE who said, 'Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.' Heb 13:5 A man's heart plans his way, but the LORD directs his steps. Prov. 16 So, go ahead, pick up a pencil and write your plans down, lay out your future, but remember, GOD has an eraser. "For I know the plans that I have for you," declares the LORD, "Plans for welfare not calamity to give you a future and a hope." Jer. 29:11