After divorce left me without my three children, I resigned myself to a life of loss and loneliness. My only consolation was happy memories of my family. Depression set in, and my business suffered. I couldn't believe this was where I'd ended up.
I tried to adjust by seeing my children as often as possible. My daughter and two sons were in high school, and I supported them in school, sports, and at family gatherings. Occasionally we went out together. But the holidays were tough. One Christmas morning I got up early and drove to my ex-wife's house. There, I sat in my car and watched as my kids went out with their mother for the day. Without me.
As time went on, I started to think that perhaps my life could change. I wanted to feel more confident and secure in myself. So I started to pray in the way I'd been taught as a child. I'd been raised as a Christian Scientist, and even though I hadn't been practicing it lately, I still believed what I'd learned. And what I knew about it gave me hope that things could change for the better.
