Nothing about me makes me better than anyone else and nothing about anyone else makes them better than me. We all hurt, we all judge, we all have pride, we all have pain, we all want to be known, we all have secrets and we ALL want to be saved from it all.
This is not a cry for help, this is thanks for help already given.
It’s slowly setting in that C. Milton Wright High School is entirely a part of my past. I loved the place while I was there, parts of it sucked, but most of it rocked, and the Lord used it, in good and bad to shape who I am. To convict me of what was wrong with my life and to grow those qualities that make me worthy of his love.