My name is Carol Kinkle. I would like to share how I came to believe in God. I was raised in an abusive, alcoholic home. I was given the chance to leave the alcoholic home when I was 15 years old. I had no belief in God at all. When I was sixteen years old, I was struck by a car. When I was examined by the doctors, it was discovered that I had two broken legs. My right knee was so badly broken that I had to go through surgery. My surgeons informed my Mom and I that putting my knee back together was like putting a jigsaw puzzle together with some of the pieces missing. My surgeons also said that I might not walk normally again. I was also told that I faced a long recovery.
By this time I had been attending Alateen meeting for sixteen months. In these meetings, I was learning about a God of my understanding. But I still was not sure what that meant. But something was sinking in.
The morning of my surgery, I woke up really early, scared out of my mind. That is when I started talking to God. I remember saying, “God, I do not believe in you but I am going to trust that you are there. Please help me get though this.” After my prayer to God, I called my poor Mom, waking her up. I asked her to come to the hospital as soon as possible. The surgery was successful.
After that I only turned to God when I was going through something major. Now my daily prayers are of thanks, gratitude, and His will for me in my life. I also pray for the health, wealth, and happiness for all people.