I used to be afraid that I had irreparably destroyed my chance at being a leader of God's people. I was nearing the end of my college career (finishing a ministry degree). I had just left a church in disgrace, after my secret life of sin blew up in my face and went public. And I had little to no faith that anyone would ever trust me again.
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Hitting rock bottom
It was a pretty rocky patch in my life. Some might call it my rock bottom. My hope was at an all time low, and my weakness at it's highest ever. I understood that God was strong enough to save me from myself, my biggest problem was I didn't believe he wanted to. But for some reason, I had hope of having hope. And on the darkest night of my life, I prayed what was perhaps the first honest prayer I ever prayed. I simply said, "Jesus, please don't give up on me."