Deeper Story Pt. 10


Continued from Part 9

With my renewed passion for god, I decided to put myself back to all in for Jesus. Living back with my parents I began to take the church classes over again. I involved myself in ministry again. I also started to date my high school girlfriend again (for the third time). This time, however, I somehow convinced her to marry me. We moved in together shortly after that. My parents were ecstatic.

Moving in together was not really something brand new to either of us. We had both either lived with our parents or roommates, neither of had ever lived alone so we were used to sharing spaces. However, the apartment we lived in was small, ill-maintained, but super cheap. That last part was the selling point :-). As we started our new co-habitation situation, I started dragging her to church. Eventually, I got her involved with the music ministry (she’s an amazing vocalist). We were able to serve together on the team, I’d play guitar and she’d sing backup vocals. It was something we could do together and enjoy (or commiserate on depending on the day).

Things at the point seemed to be going well. We were happy, making enough money to set some aside for the wedding but then I had life changing injury. I had fallen at work and sprained my back. This incapacitated me for a number of weeks and wasn’t able to work my wonderful retail job. I was on track for management but my career path had come to an abrupt stop. I began to panic. Workers compensation only paid so much and we had bills to pay. With no degree and no other skills to speak of I was at a complete loss for what to do. I quickly learned the pills that eased the physical pain also eased the mental pain. It was something that I struggled with for a long time after.


Deeper Story Pt.9

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The first fall

So as I was in college I wanted to assert my independence.  I got a full time job.  I eventually moved out of my parents house since I was then able to support myself.  In doing all of this I eventually stopped going to church.  I didn’t feel like going anymore so I just stopped.  When my parents asked I would tell them I had to work weekends (which was true).  I will say this though, even though I had given up on church I had not given up on “God”.  I still believed very heavily in Christianity.

At a certain point I came to a crossroads.  I found the stress of a full time job and full time school to be a bit too much for me.  I had to make a decision.  This would follow me for years (and to an extent still does).  I left school.  I felt that the classes weren’t the right fit for me.  My job gave me enough satisfaction that I thought I would make a career out of it.


This was also about the time I moved in with a girl with whom I had been dating.  I didn’t seem like a big deal.  I needed a place to live, she wanted to move out of her parent’s house.  I remember at that time I could pack all of my belongings into my Hyundai Accent and just go.  Things went ok for a while but I ignored a lot of my financial issues.  It all  came to a head one day when the bank wanted to repo my car.  I ended breaking up with that girl and moving back in with my dad.  That was perhaps one of the most humbling experience in my life.

I lived there only a short time before the “you should come back to church with us”‘s started.  I eventually relented.  It seemed serendipitous that the sermon was on the parodical son.  I remember at the end of the service we got into small groups of people to pray for each other.  At the end my dad pulled me in for a moment and said “He still loves you.”  I began sobbing.  And thus began my journey back to Christianity.