What 15 years of following Jesus has taught me

It was a Thursday night 15 years ago when I first turned to Christ. It was not on a pinnacle night of a conference or the conclusion of an evangelistic series. No grand alter call. It was a cry of desperation. I was an unhappy 15-year-old, wrestling deeply with anxiety, depression, and anger. My family was concerned about me. I have a distinct memory of my sister throwing wrapped sandwiches through my bedroom window (I’d barred the door) to make sure I had food to eat.