God is always with us, always listening, always sending us messages. We just need to listen.
Yet, despite that episode, I kept praying, kept asking God for signs. And He came through, repeatedly. He also made me a pillar of strength for my friends and family. While I could weather vast amounts of stress and loss, there came a time when even I needed help.
One sign from God took the form of a black Cadillac that collided head-on with my Saturn SL1 one morning as I was driving home. At the wheel was a priest, identifiable by the little white square in his collar - was he Catholic? It was a seven-thousand-dollar message from God. A wake-up call that I'd been heading down the wrong path in the months leading up to that incident.
Even when I ceased attending church regularly, God remained my Shepherd.