So, I have caught on the trend to write a blog. Here I go.
When I was young, I was introduced to the gospel of Christ. Although I got "saved" at age 11, nothing sank in until almost a decade later. Went to Awana, Youth the whole deal. I just was not living a life God calls me to.
See, I had bouts with alcohol, depression and suicidal thoughts. Not a severe as some cases, but I did have my suicide note almost memorized. At one point, I stared at a massive butcher knife from my dad's collection (duh he's a butcher). Something prevented me from doing it. Lets start before that.
Many people dream of the day they turn 19 (well, in Canada at least) and right after school I hit the bar and it was a blur til 2 days after. Quite a bender indeed. In the small town I live, everyone knew I was old enough to drink, so I paid nothing for my booze. Being the first of my friends to turn 19, I was indeed the one to buy it. Got wasted every weekend, but here's the kicker. Almost every Sunday I was in church, listening to the gospel message. Hungover. A year passes and I feel super depressed, and wanted to die which I explained earlier. A good friend discipled me, rededicated my life to Christ, became more involved in church and came to bible college.
That's my story in a nut shell.
Over and Out
Trust God and do not lean on your own understanding. He will guide your paths and make them straight.