I was reminded today of the great love and grace of God. One day, when I was still on methadone, I smoked weed and took a bunch of benzos, and I was to the point that I was blacking out and falling over. And yet, I still had to get home. My husband at the time didn't realize how bad I was and he walked me to the bus stop to get on the bus by myself. I had truly no idea where I was or where I was going, what stop to even get off at. My mind was completely elsewhere. But somehow, some way, I blacked out and next thing I know, I'm standing in my home. I have no idea how I got there and don't remember getting there. I don't remember getting off the bus nor walking home from the bus stop, nor opening the door to get inside. All I know is, I ended up at home. And so I'm sitting here and thinking, like, wow...He led me home. He upheld me the whole time and led me under His wing all the way home in safety. If it wasn't for God, I probably would have been laying somewhere on the street that day or taken the bus all the way to the last stop, having passed out, or who knows what else. Therefore, I said a prayer and thanked Him for his mercy (despite my having done wrong and made terrible decisions), love, and compassion. Isn't that amazing? I find it amazing that He did that for me that day because I was in so much danger with my state of mind that day. I could have been robbed, fainted, raped, or who knows what else, but yet, I was 100% safe the entire time. It goes to show that even when no one else is around to help, He is there with us and He will help.