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Brother Mike TY for your testimonies. I'm very happy you're in better place. I LOVE to hear the good news. It always helps to understand the Lord even better and his goodness.
For my story, in regards... it was 2005, summer even, right around the time Hurricane Katrina hit. I was 24 at the time. I left my friends apartment where I was staying, unemployed, broke and at the end of my rope, so I left. I took the money that I had and went to a motel to plan my suicide. I didn't tell a soul where I went, because when I left the apartment nobody was there anyways. I was living with friend and my brother at the time. At this point, I can't really explain the pain I felt. It was pretty horrific. I booked the motel for five days for like $300 bucks with a bag full of sleeping pills. At this point of the story, I guess it's ok to tell ya that the devil really wanted me to die. Now I know, I was being tested through the fire inside agonizing pain and confusion..through very serious conviction. That I know now.
The next day, my motel phone rings in my room. Guess who it is. My DAD!! Keep in mind, I never told a soul where I was. So how he found me, must and I say must, it MUST of been GOD!! Me and dad never talked about why I was at motel, even to this day. I think I made him cry though so, I didn't wanna upset him more. I just told him that I need a break from friends place.
So...well, I ended up moving back home with mom and pop, with a broken soul, unemployed, with about $100 too my name. I wasn't even close to being mentally prepared to get a job. So about a month later, while doing nothing at mom and pops I finally broke down and asked Jesus into my heart one night before bed. I never felt love like that before, it literally pierced my soul to the core. I will never forget it. The Holy Spirit is good. The Lord is good, beyond comprehension. He not only washed away my sins, but he washed away my confusion and chronic depression. Praise, praise! Him.
There's actually a part of the story I left out, I can't remember when maybe a week before I went to motel, I really hit rock bottom Brother Mike. I literally was contemplating suicide at friends place, nobody was there ironically. So basically this was me at rock bottom. I got up from the couch, found a phone book and dialed the suicide hotline and told them I was thinking about, and so. They sent two cops over to place, asked me questions, handcuffed me, put me in back of cop car and drove me to a hospital clinic for further questions. The doctor asked if I wanted to stay and rest or just go back home. I chose home. The pain at this point was literally piercing the core and I mean core of my mind/body/soul. How I even got through God's testing is BEYOND ME! BUT I DID. So, the doctor drove me back home. AND THEN, maybe a week later, I finally had enough and went to motel.
Keep in mind though that, after all this had gone down, a short term friend had killed himself in my own apartment one year prior. I'M THINKING THAT, maybe that evil spirit that was in this kid jumped on me after his suicide. But anyways... it was a hard time for me and my brother..because my brother ended up walking in on his body the next morning.
There is a good ending though. About a month later after living with mom and pop, I found God, a job that I love, security in my mind and soul, and most of all PEACE in my mind and life. PRAISE Him! Jesus is without a doubt, GOD, our Lord and savior.
