I grew up going to church with my mom and grandmother. I always enjoyed going. I would sing and clap praising God for all I was worth. As I grew older I started to question things that I had always believed whole heartedly. This list of questions grew longer and longer until I had more questions than answers. I just couldn't believe anymore. I didn't see the point of believing in a God that left me so confused. I began believing in the power of me. I was the only thing that I could count on. I knew that no matter what I was going to be there for myself and that was all that I needed. I went into high school more angry than I had ever been. I was loud, insulting, and rude to everyone and had never been more popular. I was excepted by every group because I attacked at random. There was no rhyme or reason to my attacks. I didn't really know who my victom would be until I saw them. I tormented the Christian students the worst and am sorry for that. If a school shooting would have happened at me school I would have been the first person that they would have shot. I graduated and left the area immediately. I had joined the Air Force and was more than happy to serve my country. My mother told me that the military would straighten me out. She told me that once I got to basic I would find God. That I would need His strength to get through the challenges. She was right and wrong. Basic training for the Air Force was a joke. I was expecting Full Metal Jacket and got Sgt. Bilko. I didn't need God anymore there than I had in high school. I was sent to Shepard Air Force Base for tech school in order to learn my job. I had went out with my friends one Saturday night and made it back to my room very intoxicated. I laid in bed and fell asleep. This was the night that would forever change my life. I had a dream that shook me to my core. I was sitting at my grandmothers kitchen table and talking to her. I thought this was a little weird at the time because she had been dead for three years. We just sat there talking about what ever it was we were talking about when suddenly she looked directly into my eyes and said that I needed to go to church. I awoke from my slumber sitting straight up in my bed. I shook my head and walked outside to smoke a cigarette. I had just lit up when I saw my friend walking across the parking lot in my direction. He stopped to say hello and ask why I was up so early on a Sunday morning. I told him that I needed a smoke and asked him why he was up and moving about. He said that he was on his way to church. He gave a chuckle and asked me if I would like to join him. He laughed because he knew how I felt about God. A chill ran down my spine and I knew that there was a higher power at work that morning. I told him that I would love to go with him if he was willing to wait for ,e to get dressed.He was shocked that I wanted to go but agreed to wait for me. We went to the service that morning and I have never looked back. I'm not saying that I haven't struggled to maintain my faith but it is a lot easier knowing that this experience had happened for a reason. I hope that my story helps to reinforce the faith of some who read this and maybe to give some faith to some who have lost it.