Three years.
Three years is a long time, and three years is a short time. So many, many things can change in the span of three years.
Hopes.
Dreams.
Fears.
The very essence of who a person is.
And yet at the same time, you blink and three years have past like blur. Life is funny like that.
This particular time of the year means a lot to me, on many different levels.
It's November.
The beginning of my favorite of the Southern California seasons - cool and (if we're lucky) wet.
The month of Thanksgiving.
The month in which, three years ago, events occurred that changed my life.
It's funny how day to day, you generally don't feel like you are changing, but when you look back over your life, you realize that who you were one. . . two. . . five. . . ten years ago would barely recognize the person you are today and you wonder how that happened.
The past week I have been doing a lot of reflecting, thinking and reminiscing. This last week marks my third year following the Lord. Three years ago, I was a different person with different plans, goals and dreams. I was walking