Sometimes I have flown to the sun as the golden boy, and sometimes my wax wings have melted and I have plummeted back to Earth in a heap. I’m not any different, really, than anyone.
Relationships matter. Friends matter. So where do I draw my lines?
That night I resolved to work through my beliefs and scripture until I had found a place of consistency and integrity in my convictions. I was turning from conviction to logical conviction. Changes needed to be made. Contradiction kills logical conviction.