We All Meet God

… and it is rarely what we expect

I met God in 2014. I was having a nervous breakdown after my father died; after years of living and raising children in a home with domestic violence.

I checked myself into an emergency mental crisis treatment facility.

I wrote in my journal:

“Today is my first full day at the facility. Last night, I slept better than I have in months. In the hard bed in the cinder block room, I felt a sense of such peace. Coming here is dying without dying.