I was living the proverbial American dream, a dream I’d worked hard for and one I thought was well-deserved. Then suddenly, in the blink of an eye, it was over.

A new dream would start to take its place. One that wasn’t dependent on anything I’d done. One only made possible because of what someone else had done for me.

Someone I already knew a lot about, but didn’t know nearly as well as I thought. That someone’s name was Jesus!