I was an atheist for the first 33 years of my life. Church was never a part of my life and when it was, it was something to suffer through. Sometime after my 34th birthday I decided to give faith a chance. I was completely skeptical and felt like a fraud every day. I still do occasionally. I went to church once a month with a friend of mine. I loved the church but it was 45 minutes away and money was tight. Now, I don’t remember exactly what happened, but a few months after deciding to try it out I decided it wasn’t for me and went back to life as usual. I was having troubles in my marriage, battling anxiety and depression along with self-harm tendencies. After three stressful days I was on autopilot. I felt like a zombie, going through the motions but feeling nothing. I drive cab for a living, and it was a usual day but I remember it so vividly. The dispatcher sent me to pick up a woman I’ll call Zoe. I had met her one other time. We bonded over the fact I was listening to this station. That day I was too tired to have the conversation I knew I would have with Zoe if she didn’t hear Life 102.5 on my radio, so I turned it on to keep her quiet. I picked her up and took her home with no issues. After she was out of my cab I was about to change the station but something stopped me. I told myself that I usually had the radio down so much I didn’t hear it anyway, so it didn’t matter. Then the song Blessings came on. The lyrics washed over me and I just started crying. I didn’t know why. Suddenly it hit me; God did this. Took me at my weakest and set things in motion to steer my feet to the path they were supposed to be on. And I will be forever grateful to God and this station.
What if we dared to believe that Jesus is still tending to broken hearts and lives? What if we dared to believe that miracles still happen in our day?