I had a crazy life as a young boy. My mother was living la vida loca, and I was along for the ride. She was a very beautiful lady and never experienced a shortage of men in her life. She also loved to drink and party.
As a result, a parade of men passed in and out of our home, and my home life consisted of a lot of fighting, screaming and hitting.
But instead of having deep depression through all of this, I strangely had hope that one day things would get better.
I don’t really know why I felt that way. There was nothing to indicate that things would get better. In many ways, they actually got worse when I became a teenager. I started making a lot of bad decisions that sent my life in an even worse direction.
No one at school was saying, “Greg, hang in there. You’re going to go out there and accomplish something in the world.” In fact, most of the schools I went to wanted to expel me, and for good reason. I would make trouble in class. And the only reason I wasn’t expelled was that my mother threatened to sue.
That was the life I lived, and somehow I thought my life would get better.
Now I know why: God has placed eternity in our hearts (Eccl. 3:11). That means we were created by God, and even before we know Him, we sense there’s something more in life.
And it turns out that I was right about my life getting better. It got dramatically better when I became a Christian. I heard the gospel and believed it. Jesus changed my life immediately.
Then, not long after, I met Cathe, and we got married. Then we had two sons. We were building our family and starting a church.
Of course, there were challenges and many setbacks, but we pressed on. We were so thankful for all that God was doing. And then the most devastating thing of my life happened. Our oldest son, Christopher, died in an automobile accident.
When it happened, I thought my life was ending. I was so destroyed by it. I thought, “What happens now? How do you even survive such a thing?”
That day, Cathe came up to me, took my face in her hands and said, “Greg, it’s going to be OK.” Cathe was the only person I could receive these words from because she had lost her son as well.
I’ll never get over my son’s death, but I am getting through it. And the reason I’m getting through it is because Jesus gives me what I need every day. He will do the same thing for you, no matter what you’re facing right now. You can be sure of it.
Maybe you’re struggling with deep depression because something bad has happened in your life, and you don’t know why. I just want to say that it’s going to be OK. Somehow, you’re going to get through this. This pain you’re in won’t last forever. You will grow stronger from it.
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SOURCE: Charisma News