Last night was one of the toughest I have ever endured. I was driving my truck taking someone very close to me to their home. As we pulled down the driveway up to their house, I felt the tears start to run down my cheeks. I reached for the gear shift and placed the truck in park. I looked at her and collapsed. The pressure of all of life hit me in that one moment. I felt the weight of my entire future staring me in my tearful eyes. I called out to God. How come he never spoke to me? Why can I not hear him? Why did he abandon me? I decided to compose myself long enough to make her feel comfortable with me driving. I returned to the road and let him have it. He put me here, he stuck me in this situation and has abandoned me. I pulled over to a cemetery where my grandfather was buried. My biggest fan laid underneath me. I leaned my head back against the cold tombstone. The reality of my pain was finally coming to light. My entire body felt weak. The world seemed to be of nothing. I could barely breathe. I looked to the sky and made my plea. I made my bargain. I was here, I was falling to pieces and I needed help. I have never felt a calm like the one that rushed over me. In front of no one, I admitted to my God that I needed help. The tears dried, the breeze started blowing. When I climbed in the truck to turn the radio on. The words came through loud and clear, "I hear your whisper underneath your breath. I hear your SOS, your SOS. I will send out an army to find you. In the middle of the darkest night. It's true I will rescue you." I want this blog to reach millions, and I understand through religion is a scary path. I don't follow a religion, I follow Jesus Christ, and after the peace and calm he showed me on the most terrifying night of my life, I cannot hide his light. If I am ashamed of this power I have, then it is not powerful at all. I am telling you when you feel death knocking on your door with more destruction in mind, you call out to the one who can calm the storm. Just a thought.