Journaling Reads: I remember the day, the exact moment, that I called out to God. I had just come from seeing my Doctor and was told that from all estimations, on his part, that I had about 6 months to live. I was stunned, to say the least, I knew I was sick, but not THAT sick. My first thought as I stepped outside from the Doctor’s office was, “well, GOOD, I’m sick of this life anyway!”
As I got into my car and drove the 30 minute trip to my townhouse I know I was in shock. As I tried to busy myself at home, I was trying not to think about it, but I finally started to weep uncontrollably and I remember looking up to the ceiling and saying out loud, “God if you are REALLY real, PLEASE HELP ME !” That’s all I said. Then a feeling came over me and I just “knew”, deep inside, everything was going to be okay. I didn’t know how or why, I just knew. I began to see glimpses of “color” in my life!
I remembered the scripture I learned as a little girl, John 3:16, “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” I had accepted Jesus into my heart when I was only 6 years old but didn’t have anyone to teach me the things of God. At 38 years old I started praying for God to change my life. I broke off the horrible relationship I was in and started praying for a Christian man - 3 weeks later I met Bruce! We had a whirlwind romance and were married soon thereafter. Bruce had been raised in a Christian family and when I met him he was struggling with a lot of hurt and had walked away from God. Together, we began to seek the Lord, go to church and allow God to heal our broken hearts.