Interview to a dear friend

There is a beauty in adversity that makes our lives meaningful due to the weight of our brokenness when it helps us find our true way home. Through the journey, if we keep our eyes focus, one day we may become the person we were meant to be.

It was a gloomy day...  I was driving the truck of my company I worked for out in the forest checking the gas wells and compressor sites. I had the dream job in the gas industry making really good money. I was playing almost every weekend ice hockey, partying all I could, going out with a different woman and taking all sorts of pills and drugs.
The open wounds I had from my childhood, were eating me alive. I couldn't handle the pain anymore. I didn't want to live anymore. I didn't have the strength to drive further or to want to fake my life over and over again. Enough was enough. There was no sun or path to look for.
I was alone amid the impenetrable forest, ready to finish with my life. I had my gun in the glove compartment. The only reason why I didn't press the trigger was that it was hard for me to leave my sister alone.
I was led by my emotions, to go on, but at that moment I heard a tiny voice like my mom whispering in my ear... pray...
I was in a desperate state and it didn't make sense this sweet voice. I had attended church in my childhood, but I never felt that God was real. The tiny voice spoke again... ¨pray my son...¨.
This time this tiny voice swept me. I opened the door of the truck and fell to the ground on my knees. I began to cry out loud to God with face and hands against the dirt pledging him to help me. If he wasn't real and did not rescue me, there was no hope for me. I humbled myself \before him. I begged him to intervene in my life.
Because of putting all my unresolved memories under the rug instead of facing them, I grew up with bad relationships. My bitterness and deep frustrations didn't let me see reality. Everything was filtered with lies about my value. I had started to get involved with heavy drugs, like cocaine, crack, meth, and marijuana. My heart was bearly pumping, I felt so unworthy and lost. My home life and broken heart ruined me...
All of a sudden, big waves came over my whole body. I felt an overwhelming peace invading me and intense heat on my back. I sensed a curious presence. I looked over my shoulder, and there were only big trees rustling. I looked up and saw a blazing light shining down from the sky.
Thoughts about Jesus being crucified and resurrected started running through my mind. This idea that Jesus was alive took over me. He had risen, and He was there with me. I could feel his presence. He became so real and powerful that it made me stood up in awe and I began to dance and reverence before him. His love started to flow inside me. The hole in my heart was filled up and felt whole with him.
From that day on, I haven't stopped receiving this flow of love inside of me. This is what keeps me going. I can't stop speaking about him to everyone what he has done in my life. He is rewriting the end of my story.
 Whatever you are facing, try Jesus.