The first 30 years of my life, I sought fulfillment in relationships, education, jobs, money, drugs. But none of those things were the answer. I was still lost, alone. And now I was addicted to alcohol, drugs, divorced, suicidally depressed. The only way to go any lower was death. And so I went there too with a handful of sleeping pills.
But God had a different plan. As I lay dying on my living room floor, four angels appeared urging me to “Wake up! Call for help!” Dialing 911 is the last thing I remember. I was brought back from the dead in the ER.
I had reached the bitter end of myself. And Jesus met me there. He sent angels to save me. He followed me into the depths of hell and carried me back home.
Today I am completely healed, no drugs, no depression. I am filled with the deepest joy and gratitude. This Jesus is the answer I was looking for all my life. He is the love, the peace, the joy, the happiness, the drug I was seeking.
