I’m a torn man, spirit fighting flesh
There’s a battle raging deep in my chest
But all that haunts me, all that leaves a stain
Only sings the sweetness of my savior’s grace.
These words have become the anthem that expresses the reality of my humanity–of our humanity. We are broken. There is war: good vs. evil, truth vs. deception, flesh vs. spirit that occurs in our minds highlighting our imperfect human nature. But our brokenness, the pain, the suffering, the wounds we’ve accumulated throughout the course our lives only point to “the sweetness of our savior’s grace.”
All this to say I am choosing to let my imperfect nature bring some sort of encouragement to those who are walking through similar situations I face. I want to use this space to write my thoughts, testimonies, struggles, and victories to potentially show you that you are not alone.
Ali Quetzali 