In 2020 in a matter of 6 months, my mother, sister, and wife all passed away. These losses put me into a deep depression which I tried to heal by using drugs, alcohol, and many other vices. Ultimately, I was seeking compassion about my situation from anyone who would notice but no one did. Even when I tried reaching out to others, no one seemed to care or want to help me through my time of pain.
This deep depression without support led me to decide to end my life. I no longer wanted to live! I could not take any more pain! I went to a local retail store that I visited regularly with the intention of giving the manager my beloved dog. He was all that I had. As I was exiting my vehicle, something drew my attention to another building across the street. I drove over and turned into the parking lot when a man waved at me and nodded to come in. The building was a church. When I entered, I found compassion.
At the next three services, I kneeled at the altar, not sure what to expect. On the third time, I begged the Lord Jesus Christ to forgive me of my sins and believed in my heart that He rose from the dead. At that very moment, a preacher touched me on the shoulder and started praying for me. I was freed from the bondage of alcohol and drugs. I found a peace that passes understanding and a reason to press on as I serve my Lord and Savior Jesus!
“O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. O Lord,
thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive,
that I should not go down to the pit.” Psalm 30:2-3