

I wanted to put this memory on the internet. I know this sounds sappy, but hey I'm really passionate about what I do.
In my early High School years I was mid popular, semi-good looking, and a Jesus Freak. I mean crazy. I loved the guy, but was a little too strict and didn't LIVE freely like He wanted me to. It wasn't until the end of my Sophomore year that I wised up and really grew spiritually. Interestingly enough I lost most of my friends during this time too. So, for me, my Bible was the closest thing to my heart. The wisdom, knowledge, and love I learned from that time still sticks with me know.
Which now brings me to my specific memory. I used to carry my Bible in my pocket. This was when the "Man Bag" was considered feminine and creepy. I eventually wore a perfect rectangle in the front left side of my jeans. About this time I was dating a girl who asked me to not carry my Bible around with me anymore because she thought it looked embarrassing. She asked me this at a Panera and I considered it. But the thought of being separated from God's lifeline in my mind, heart, soul, and strength brought me to tears. I couldn't do it and my the girl saw my conviction and dropped it.
Unfortunately, I don't considered God's Word to be as close to my heart as it was then. I literally drank it in like a cool spring in the mist of the summer in Africa. I couldn't get enough. This is a sweet memory of mine, and though it is part of my past I will strive to make it my future again.
A is for Adam and Adam is emotional (even on his blog)