When I was a teen. My parents had split recently. My father drank a lot and would come home after the bars closed and make me get up just so he had someone to push around. I had an older brother that took his frustrations out on me also. Mom was in a far away state, unreachable. My room was in the basement. When the lights went out, it was so dark you could not see your hand in front of your face. It was not only dark in my room, but in my heart. I felt hopeless and considered suicide. I had been to church in the past with my family when I was small and again in Jr. High with friends, but did not know Christ at all. All I understood was that God was everything. One night as I laid in bed, drifting off, I was aware that I was walking down a path in the dark. I could not see a thing but somehow I knew exactly where to put my feet. I walked only a short distance and then a blinding light shone and I heard two words only. “I’m here”. I woke up crying because I knew, without a doubt, I was not alone and never would be. God came to me when I wasn’t even looking, and told me He was there and always has been and always will be. My heart was filled and remains that way today, 35 years later. I have not one doubt that my Father in heaven has seen me through every second of every day of my life.
