Also, when God handed out the Book of Life, I skipped that class because I didn’t get “It,” whatever “It” was. And if you knew me in high school, it was probably true. Attending school was not high on my priority list.
And, of course, when I would ask a question about scripture, I would inevitably hear, “You should just believe!”
Personally, that answer never satisfied me and left me with even more questions.
Once again, everyone else appeared to get “It,” so there had to be something wrong with me. If only I could just believe!
Eventually, I tried finding God in such things as – sex, drugs, relationships, food, and clothing.
At 18, I found myself addicted to cocaine and staring down a long list of felony fraud charges. I don’t know what happened, but a tiny sliver of faith started to pierce through the thick armor that shielded me from the outside world and the Divine Love Itself.
I began asking God, or whatever was out there, to reveal “Himself.”