Having been raised most of his life as the son of a Southern Baptist Preacher, it is no wonder that Curt Haney knew the path to take to find peace and joy in his life. But what is a wonder is how he finally arrived at that point, the point where only hope could lead him back to that joy. In this true and incredibly frank story, Curt takes you through all the twists, turns, struggles and pitfalls of a life that became desperate, desperate to find inner peace and what seemed at the time, that ever elusive joy. Searching everywhere except where he already knew to look, Curt became a man in denial and bent on self destruction. Only when reaching his darkest moment, did he allow the light of Jesus Christ to illuminate his soul, finally giving him the hope, peace and joy he had so longingly desired. Join Curt on his journey, his journey back to the cross.
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Me, I went back home to my one little room that I was renting from Rob and Tammy. A room just yards away from cabins full of tenants that weren’t much different from me. People that I was just one more bad incident away from becoming. And even though over the past few months I had made good friends at the Sundowner, I still wasn’t happy. How could I be? I was away from what I knew to be the truth, I was away from God. In reality, the happy face that I put on in front of others was just a masquerade, I was a fake. My life was still just wasted time, time spent searching for answers to questions I didn’t even know. I had become just another “regular” on the barstool of life, reliving what might have been and yesterday’s news.
Excerpt from Grasping At The WInd, chapter fourteen of the book Grace For The Prodigal