On a highway, late at night, running away from myself, I ran out of fuel. What do you do when something like this happens? My bag was packed and sitting in the back seat and I had clothes for four or five days with me. What good does that do when your stranded on the highway, however?
Here’s what I did. I threw my hands up and had a long talk with God. I asked Him what I should do now that I could go no further. And he showed me His grace was larger than my pain and my shame. He showed me I, too, was worthy to lay my troubles at the foot of the cross. So, after a lifetime of sorrow, a lifetime of trying to be good enough, a lifetime of trying to be accepted, I finally said, “Take it Jesus, thank you for taking the fall for me.”