Everyone Who Asks Receives
Have you ever had one of those moments when you didn’t know which way was up, or where to turn, and out of desperation for help you literally cried out to God?
I’ve had two of those in my life. The first one, I’ll tell you about now. It was a turning point for me.
I was 23 years old and in a relationship with a great guy. Only three months into dating, I was in love. I remember telling my sister and a close friend that he was “the one.” I loved him, and I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him.
By five months, he told me he loved me, and I said it back to him for the first time. This was the real deal and was becoming serious.
Then, at the eight-month mark, after spending the day together shopping and running errands, we got back to my apartment, parked the car, and he turned to me and said, “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”