My name is Devin Howard
I had an easy, settled, comfortable, boring life in Atlanta, GA and then one day everything changed.
I've never written a blog about life, particularly mine. I have blogged about sports up until this night so the thought of blogging about life stories, events and what I have learned, haven't learned or in some instances still am in the process of learning scares the crap outta me. But just tonight driving home in the rain it all hit me like a ton of bricks. I needed to start writing again, I wanted to write about something more meaningful than sports and I had to write so that if need be people could read, respond or even learn from the words that spill onto this pixelated paper I have at my disposal.
This blog/journal/diary/memoirs what-have-you is just that, a meaningful thought inducing whateverness.
It will probably seem a bit rambling, this is my writing style. I only attended 2 semesters of college and of those semesters I passed 2 classes and either dropped classes or failed out so you'll have to forgive me if my grammar makes you cringe. This is me and this is my story...get used to it.
I don't really know what my intended purpose is for writing this blog yet, and I'm completely ok with that. I will try to keep up with this the best I can but with the crazy life I lead I can't make any promises.
Anyways, there I go rambling already and I haven't even started the story. Where was I...oh yes Atlanta. I had a great girlfriend, I had a job that paid handsomely, I had the closest knit group of friends in the world. But I didn't have God. I was a Chreaster (one who only shows up to the major religious holidays at church) and I was ok with it. I struggled with the church having grown up with a church which was perfect for so long but outgrew itself and lost it's identity in the process.
Aside from that everything in my life was peachy and God was allowing it to happen. When suddenly he started nudging me to something greater, something he wanted, something in line with his PLAN for my life. My girlfriend of nearly exactly 1 year and I broke up without any real rhyme or reason on Valentines Day. It was purely mutual, we both weren't feeling it anymore and we split.
Two weeks later my mother asked to talk to me about something. She said "Devin, your father and I are moving to greener pastures, we're moving closer to family in Denver Colorado, I understand you have a job that pays you well and a great base of friends here so the choice is up to you, if you want to move with us you're welcome to do so, if not you'll be just fine living here as well."
I still don't really know why I said yes. But that is how this story starts.
