“My earthly father had failed me, but in that revival, I found the Father who never would.
The boy who had gone to that revival full of rejection and anger wasn’t the same one walking home.
My earthly father may not have wanted me, but my Heavenly Father had chosen me.”
— Face to Face With Death

Face to Face with Death

The Message

Some wounds go so deep that words can’t touch them—until God does.
Like many, I spent years looking for love in all the wrong places. I thought if I could just be good enough or strong enough, maybe someone would stay. But the truth is, the love we crave isn’t earned—it’s given.

That summer of 1988, kneeling beside my grandmother in a little Kentucky church, I met the Father I never knew I had. I didn’t understand doctrine or theology, but I felt Him—real, personal, present. The ache that had followed me since childhood finally found its answer.

God didn’t just rescue me from my past; He redefined it.
What I once saw as rejection, He turned into redirection.
What felt like abandonment was actually preparation for adoption.

For the Reader

Maybe you’ve known that same emptiness—the pain of being overlooked, forgotten, or cast aside. Maybe you’ve prayed, “Lord, where were You when I needed You most?”

Friend, He was there. Even in the junkyard moments of your life, even when you were covered in the dust of disappointment, He was already reaching for you.

Romans 8:28 says, “All things work together for good to them that love God.” Not some things—all things.
If you’re still breathing, your story isn’t over. God is still writing.

A Prayer for You

“Father, thank You for seeing us when others didn’t.
Thank You for turning rejection into redemption and pain into purpose.
Help us to see Your hand even in the wreckage,
and to trust that the love that found us once will never let us go. Amen.”