That’s the kind of God you serve. The kind who sees the whole picture and still chooses you. Still calls you. Still says. That one. I want that one. So no. I won’t bow my head in shame. I won’t apologize for the grace that’s carried me. I won’t flinch when people bring up my “before.” In fact. I’ll talk about it. I’ll testify. Because if it hadn’t been for the pit. I wouldn’t have known the rescue. If it hadn’t been for the wandering. I wouldn’t have known the Shepherd. If it hadn’t been for the