I was extremely insecure as a young teenager and used alcohol and drugs to enable me to be social at just about any event. If I let myself, I can still clearly see the pain my bad decisions produced. And I cry. I'm so grateful for Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, for the blood that has washed those terrible things away, and the grace that allows me to start fresh every day.
As the sheet of paper was being passed down the row, I prayed, "God, if there is a name, please reveal it." I did not want to make up a name just for the sake of giving a name. The night before, in our hotel room, I said to my friend, "I didn't name the baby." She looked at me..."you didn't give your baby a name?" I sat quietly stunned. I didn't.