/lit/ - Literature

>>18645135
Schizo here, I'll tell you my history and why I believe in God and love Jesus Christ:
>be me
>be going to Sunday school as a child
>make my own wooden cross to hang on my wall
>love to sing
>super happy kid, awesome childhood
>parents divorce around 11
>I stop being happy and thinking about God around 12, stopped going to Church
>become homeless shitty violent teen
>mom kills self at 19
>become degenerate druggie and porn dealer
>pray many times over the next 15 years asking God to help me quit porn and drugs
>God tells me to write my 1st book
>write first book and pour all my fears into it and harsh self-criticism
>God answers and blesses me with my 1st born
>manage to quit porn, lose everything
>go innawoods and begin hard labour jobs
>work my way up to better work, driving trucks at night
>get job offer to move back to Vancouver for $35 an hour full time wagie cagie
>accept job and move back
One night, when driving my sleeping kid home from the indoor playground. I felt extremely anxious and worried because $35 an hour is nothing in Vancouver. I was on a dark country road and I prayed to God aloud and asked for the strength to carry on. I turned at a stop sign and drove down another country road and the VERY FIRST CAR I saw after my prayer was
>pic related
Considering how rare I used to pray, like once a year, I'd say this was a very peculiar coincidence... I pray daily now and my life is really good again.