Male. 38. Father of two. Elementary school teacher. Novice artist and poet. Sincere recorder of my own thoughts and occasional responses to the thoughts of others…to the thoughts of God. Not even good enough to say that I have fallen short. I recognize the gaping hole that would exist if not for my consistent dependence upon He that grants my every breath. I’ve left scars. I am scarred. But, He died to relieve me of the pain even before it existed. Now, since I’ve acknowledged His existence, my Hope is grounded securely. Blessed Grace.