So finally, here is my first blog. Who would have thought? Me of everyone would even fashion the thought of being loved or write about my story or how the almighty father loves me, My prayer for you as you read through this is that you would encounter the loving tangible presence of God’s love will rain on you. It’s too much to hold it in anymore so here we go.
My story begins growing up in a small town in India called changnacherry, which is in the state of Kerala, so beautiful, its called God’s own country. Growing up i had a wonderful, awesome, loved childhood till I got to my early days in school.
During my school days I wasn’t the brightest one on the block let alone not even an average student and my parents were pretty mad at me and I used to get whooped like nobody’s business, they had to go through cane rods so much because they would just break( I guess they forgot they named me samson). It came to a point where my dad had to buy a carbon fiber rod yeah I know horrible but sometimes I think I needed it. I never knew what peace was, witnessed my mom being beaten too and her anger would just be whip lashed onto me later during the week, because I did not finish some schoolwork. I slowly started harvesting hate and rebelliousness in my heart towards my parents and God.
With all this hurt and pain in my heart just buried and laid away somewhere deep in my heart, I started to look in to alcohol and cigarettes. I would be lying if I said I was not trying to fit in with the cool kids. Went of too college and picked up on smoking pot and doing anything and everything I could get my hands on. Got a phone call from my mom saying we are leaving to the US in a month drop school and come to Kuwait, the best news a college kid who is been partying his life away could receive 2 weeks prior to the final exams.
Well finally we got to the US everything started going really good that’s when I fell in love with a girl. It was great we both were talking about getting married and making babies 6 months later I found out I had to move to Houston, broke both of our hearts put some deep scars and wounds in me. We separated and I got to Houston I could not get over her and so one day I got a phone call from the army recruiter. How would you like to serve in the US ARMY? I was stoked, met up with him the next weekend signed papers and shipped out in two weeks. This changed my life forever, totally changed my perspective on life. By this time I found out that the girl that I almost got married to, is dating one of my good friends. At this point I had lost it, no hope in life went back to my old habit of alcoholism and drinking pretty heavy got put in alcohol anonymous. Pretty much screwed up my army career. Got out after three years in December of 2011. Came back home hoping to find a great paying job, did not find it so guess what partying doing drugs the same story all over again, till four months before I met GOD!!
