18 January, 2019
I was now living with a clear head. No more drugs and no more cigarettes. It made an enormous difference. Life was good and I did not look back. My favourite activity at that time was to read testimonies, and I read many books that I loaned from my friends, such as Cross and Switchblade, Shout it from the Rooftops, Hiding Place and many more. I realized that I was only one of many.
Some three months later, May Day, a holiday. Some of the others were going on a day trip and we made arrangements to meet at the railway station. To this day I do not know what happened. I waited and waited and waited but they did not appear. I was devastated to miss a day outing.
When I arrived home I threw myself onto the bed with the words, “I wish I had never become a Christian. At least before this I had friends.’ I had conveniently forgotten the pain of the life I had been living. As I lay there weeping, a blanket of warm love covered me. It was so intense that I immediately fell asleep. I cannot explain it, but it was supernatural. It was like Jesus said, “I haven’t let you down. I am still here.”
That was my first lesson in trusting Jesus only. People will sooner or later let you down.