This past year I found a black dot on my thumbnail that looked like a pencil point. Nothing much to it. Then it became an abrasion at the end of my nail. My doctor referred me to an orthopedic surgeon who found it to be malignant skin cancer.
At that point I said, “I can’t do this myself. It’s in your hands, God.” That part I remember clearly. It turns out that it was really, really was up to Him (and a good surgeon).
So when drugs and alcohol came around, it was easy for me to say “yes,” because I didn’t have anything in me saying “no” anymore. As I got more involved with drugs, I got into more crime. I started committing violent crimes, selling drugs, abusing drugs ended up back up in prison.
As a child I was fascinated with the moon. Maybe that’s because to me the moon represented God…Very Big and Very Far Away.
Peace, serenity, tranquility – I was desperate to find these spiritual gifts. My home life was anything but peaceful.
So on a summer roofing job atop a house, I said “Jesus, I do not know if You are real or not, but I accept You into my life and I’ll give you two weeks to show me who you are.”