Home at Last

I've left Texas and moved home. It is so good to be home. It has been such an anxious, bitter wait to get here. I was desperate to come back to the place where it all started. All of my backsliding and my rebellion. I've sung in a song, "Redemption is right where we fell". It has been a constant battle my whole life long. The roots of this issue tracing into my childhood, into my very making. Can I be rid of this? I hope I can. I know I will be 100 years from now.

If I save my post until night time, it will almost always be depressing.
Sometimes my mind feels like a dull, red, scratched up cylinder. There is nothing in it. It just spins and it kind of hurts from the emotions that sit on it from the day.
I feel like I have "turned a corner" in my walk with the Lord. I feel like I have truly repented from my awful sins. I don't want a part in them.
Have you ever received something in the mail that was anonymous? There isn't a better feeling. What if it is from the person who you want it to be from?