I found God in those lonely moments of despair when I have no one else to turn to, no one else to trust and no one else to depend on but Him and Him alone.
I found God in those hopeless moments of my dying heart still wanting to live but desperately seeking for a reason to.
I found God in those darkest lonesome hours of my day when I would rather stop breathing and the sight of another rising sun seemed like the worst part of the day.
I found God in those brief glorious moments of joy when I look up and all I could see was a grandeur display of bright rays of sun hiding behind clusters of gloomy cotton clouds.
I found God in those prolonged wandering in my own wilderness trying relentlessly to stand up from the consequences of my resolute resistance and stubborn independence.
I found God in those moments of deafening silence and all I ever wanted to hear was His still small voice.
In all those moments of absolute darkness and sheer joy, He directed my steps towards Him and I am eternally grateful that finally I am home.