If you have been rescued from the miry pit of destruction, as you cried out to God, let us hear from you. I can still remember in my days by myself in California, as a 20 year old, my cry and my desperation, and anger, as I cried to him. Interestingly, HE waited patiently waited for me, in my rebelliousness to find my own way, because I thought he had lost my way, but it turns out, I had lost his way. How about you, how did you find him.