I began to think about killing myself when I was eighteen years old. My number one concern was to have a plan for my life. I had two objectives: (1) find God, and (2) fly airplanes. After a lot of sincere, dedicated, practical effort, I had totally failed with both. I felt as Ephesians 2:12 says, “…having no hope, and without God in the world.” I felt profoundly lost and severely depressed, and I had no reason to continue.
Then God planted a man squarely in my path—my trainer for a new job as a stocker at a lumber yard. He had a quality of light about him that I had never seen. When I came to his Way Ministry fellowship, I met many more people with the same light! They were all deeply excited about the Bible, which I slowly came to realize was in reality the Word of God. I took all the classes available. God reached in and lightened my oppressed heart, through His Word and via the love of the household of The Way.
Fast forward forty years. I am still here! I have been happily married for twenty-eight years, and we have two wonderful children. I have a peaceful, engaging, abundant life. God is still reaching into my heart as I read His Word. It is an amazing, ongoing adventure of sweetness and light, growth and service, as I give of my abilities and resources. I never got my pilot’s license, but I can wait until I get my new body! It will be more reliable than a plane.
God knows how to bless those who seek Him, and He never stops watching over His children.