Although I think it is possible to say I have always "believed" --- having been christened as a child and raised in a semi-Catholic household --- it was not until about two years ago that I was truly saved. At the time, I was still in Boston, with what appeared to be, at least on the surface, the perfect life: a great apartment in a great neighborhood, a well-paid position at a prestigious hospital, and a recent scholarship to a prominent area MBA program. I had everything that my family, my friends, and society dictated should make me happy, but I wasn’t. I was lost, and on the inside, I was breaking.

I am sure to those around me it looked like I had it all together, but in actuality I was falling apart. I was afraid that if I didn’t do something soon, I would succumb to the hidden depression and anxiety that plagued my high school and college years. I was already falling back into the unhealthy lifestyle of late nights, alcohol, and drugs that had characterized my life as a young adult.

Then, He intervened, first at a family funeral, and shortly thereafter by a series of events that together comprised the most difficult season of my life. Led by a desperate need to know something, some One, greater than myself, I took a leap of faith toward radical change.

I did something crazy.

I left my job, withdrew from school, and moved 1800 miles away, saying goodbye to everything and everyone I had ever known. It was not easy, especially that first year, but now, every day, I thank my God, my Father, for His perfect love and His perfect timing. In everything I think, say, and do, I am at peace. He takes care of me, and saves me from my greatest enemy --- myself.

In everything I think, say, and do, I am at peace. He takes care of me, and saves me from my greatest enemy —- myself.

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TAylor Torres

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Sara chung

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