I was walking the boulevard—I don’t even know what day it was. I just know it was cold, and I was more alone than I had ever been. That was the first night I realized I was homeless. Wow. I had never felt anything like that before, and I pray I never will again.
Long story short, I remained on the streets for two years before going to prison, where I served four of an eight-year sentence. While in the county jail, God spoke to me. I began to read the Bible—the old KJV—starting in the Old Testament, even though I didn’t understand much of what I was reading. But God made sure I had everything I needed to get to know Him, including time.
I’ve now been out for over ten amazing years, and all I can say is this: God is good all the time.
~ Jose