When I was around the age of 3, I was adopted into a loving family and grew up in a Christian home. We moved a lot because my dad was a pastor. The summer before my 6th grade year, I moved to Mitchell, SD and began middle school and high school at Mitchell Christian. That fall/winter, my dad was diagnosed with stage 1 lymphatic leukemia. The battle was short, and he beat it within a year. The summer of my freshman year, he had been officially announced cancer free. But it didn’t last long, May of 2014, he became sick. The cancer had come back, only stage 4. It was between home and the hospital where he spent most of his time. I guess I just gave up on God at that point. I wanted to believe, but when my father was slowly fading before my eyes, it was hard too. October of my Sophomore year, he passed away. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through. I wanted to give up on life. I felt like no one really cared about me. There was no one really there for me. My mom sent me to counseling, which didn’t really do any good as I would pretend everything was fine. At school, I wasn’t really liked by anyone. I had everything planned. I was going to down a bottle of ibuprofen and tell no one. But then a friend stepped in. Saved me. My mom ended up sending me to Sunshine Bible Academy, where I meet some pretty great people, and reclaimed my life to God. This past Sunday, I was sitting in church, where they were doing baptisms and the pastor said something along the lines of, “if you can answer the 3 questions I’m about to ask, then why not be baptised as well?” So I took the leap of faith and got baptised. I just want those to know, it gets better.
Jesus not only understands our loneliness, but He came to ultimately destroy it.