Sunday School saved me

When I was a teenager, my mother passed on and my father remarried. Adjusting to this was very difficult for me, and I descended into depression. The problem was not diagnosed, as it rarely was in those days, but I struggled with a great sadness that led to reckless behavior.

Living in a large cosmopolitan city, I found many opportunities to put myself in harm’s way. Nights often found me wandering alone, and it was easy to get lost in the city and meet people who would take advantage of a lonely girl. I frequently engaged in conversation with strangers and allowed myself to be taken to locations that were secluded and unsafe. More often than I care to recall, I put myself in dangerous situations, basically asking, waiting, for something to happen. 

Turning Points In Spiritual Growth
Gratitude for every bit of good
April 24, 2017

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