Personal Narrative: My Spiritual Journey

As I sat this morning reading this article, I thought of the many times, I, Personally have battled this "abyss". I know what it's like because I have been there. I don't and I may not fully understand or comprehend to understand what you have gone through in your life Halie, yet, I really want you to know that I am here for you, and that I love you no matter what. There is a personal story that I share and have shared many times in my course of missionary service. It's a story about a man. It goes something like this;

In life there are many roads we walked down. I have seen them all, been there done that. Yet, I continue to walk down the same road day after day, to find myself falling short and falling in hole I can barely, and scarcely crawl out of. Until one day I fell in a hole so dark and so deep that I, myself, could not get out. I sat in this hole for what seemed like years, alone, cold, and afraid. And that's

As I prayed, I became weary, and tired and fell into a deep sleep. As I slept I had a dream that I was free'd from the prison that had held me captive and bound. And I couldn't believe it, but I was free! I jumped and shouted for joy and was walking again in the light of day, the warmth embrace of the sun on my skin. Yet, just as I had become so sure that I was free, I felt the cold bitterness come in and surround me. I was swept back into that abyss which held me bound.

I awoke! Cold and surrounded, as I stared my demons straight in the face. I knew I was a goner, there was nothing left. My prayers were in vain, there was no God that was going to save me, and even if there was, I presumed that this was my punishment for all the harm and hurt I had caused in my life. This became the lowest moment of my entire life, the point where I almost ended it. I couldn't take the pain, I didn't want to live another second in the place that held me