conversations about addiction, recovery, and faith
But over the past ten years, God has been peeling. Peeling and peeling the layers of me. And I am confronted often by who I think I should be and who I am.
Last year, or the year before, my dentist told me I needed gum surgeries. And I didn’t go back. Cut gum tissue from the roof of my mouth. Sew it to my receded gums. Heal. And repeat. No thank you. But now I’m in pain …