There was a time in my life when I didn’t recognize the person staring back at me in the mirror. I was lost—not just in addiction, but in hopelessness, shame, and a cycle I couldn't seem to break. Drugs numbed the pain for a while, but they also stole pieces of who I was. I chased relief and ran from my issues, until my wife told me that she could not live with me anymore unless I stopped using. She had turned to God and church to help her to deal with my addiction. I would go to church with her on Sundays because she wanted me to go but wasn’t getting a whole lot out of it. I really struggled when she would talk about the Holy Spirit and didn’t understand how God works or if any of it was even real.
Then, God showed up in a way that I would notice. He met me in my car driving home from work on May 30th, 2024. I ended up behind a semi and written in the dirt on the back was “God is Great”. I remember getting goosebumps and felt like it was a sign that I was supposed to follow him and trust him. I began asking more questions but was still struggling with why he would even mess with someone with my past.
A couple of months after that, I felt like he was really trying to get my attention. A semi swerved in front of me and cut me off. After I was done being angry, I noticed that “Jesus Saves” was written on the back of this semi. What was God doing? I was so confused.
Isaiah 41:10 assures us that God is always with us; “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
I still have a lot of questions, but I now feel seen by God and know that he is always there. I am beginning to understand what it is like to have a relationship with him and what Jesus has done for me.
Prayer: Heavenly Father, thank you for finding me and showing me your loving mercy and forgiveness. I pray for the Spirit of wisdom and revelation so that I may know you better. Lord, please open my eyes and soften my heart to grow closer to you. Amen.
