The God I Couldn't Not Walk Away From - Part 6

Updated: May 18

MY STORY

There are some encounters with God that become impossible to deny.

You may not know how to explain them to everyone.

But you know what happened inside of you.

And once you know, you know.

When I was twenty-three, my life came to a crossroads.

My marriage was in a difficult place.

I was slipping back into patterns I knew could destroy me.

And deep down, I knew I had a choice to make.

I could keep going down a path that would cost me more than I wanted to lose, or I could cry out to the God I had heard about and ask Him to help me.

I remember being at home.

I remember being exhausted.

I remember knowing I could not keep living the way I was living.

And I got on my knees beside my bed and prayed a desperate prayer.

“God, I need help. God, help me.”

And He did.

Instantly.

I don’t know how to explain that moment in a way that satisfies every person’s theology, opinion, or understanding.

But I know what happened to me.

God delivered me.

He restored me.

He saved me in a way that marked my life forever.

There was no denying it.

I knew He was real.

Not because someone told me.

Not because I had learned enough information.

But because He met me in the middle of my desperation.

And I was changed.

That moment became one of the most defining encounters of my life.

It wasn’t religion.

It wasn’t performance.

It wasn’t emotional hype.

It was God meeting me in a place where I knew I could not save myself.

And from that moment on, something in me knew:

I could never fully walk away from Him.

I may not have understood everything.

I may still have needed teaching, healing, discipleship, and growth.

But I knew He was real.

And that knowing became an anchor.