A few years back, friends and acquaintances began to encourage me to tell my story. In time their encouragement grew to a shout, and one day I gave in.
We live in a cynical, fallen world—one which is ever increasingly falling to pieces, and if I could do only one thing, say one thing, to help a hurting soul it would be this:
God is bigger than the struggle—the struggles of our life, and the pain we feel. He longs to meet us in them, to prove himself. To prove he is love, and to give us hope.
This is my story of just that.