Note, Before reading this please read Story of Depression Below
It was in the midst of dealing with depression, due to my friends leaving that I found myself out shopping with my mom, who I am sure had realized I was depressed and wanted to get me out of the house, when we went to Michal’s I asked to get a couple canvases and other painting supplies. I had gotten I picture in my head which desperately wanted to paint and I planned to that evening. So we continued shopping and eventually returned home, where I set almost immediately to work getting ready to paint my painting, did I mention that I have no previous experience painting, and after several failed attempts to sketch the outline it was time for dinner.
As I said earlier my sister Ashley chose to go to school this year instead of being home-schooled. So during dinner she said she wanted to got to a basketball game at her school that night, after some discussion my parents finally convinced me to take Ash and I could either drop her off at the door or go in and stay of leave(whatever I wanted). I should have known and maybe I did, that when I got there Ashley would convince to go in. After I parked the car, we walked in together and were greeted by a small folding table with I high school guy taking money.
I noticed his shirt had bright yellow words on it which said
Viva La Lance
I could not figure out what it was supposed to mean or anything so I asked him, and he told me which led to our talking through the entire girls basketball game, and some of the guys game before we went in to watch. During this time I learned his name was Zach and met several of his friends who I learned were in a band together, they told me that I should play bass for their band and I said look I have barely above zero experience playing Guitar, and zero experience on Bass, but they were insistent that they would teach me. and so by the end of the night I had six new friends, we all felt like we had known each other our whole lives, and I was the Bass player for a band
The next morning I got up and went to practice at Tommy’s (our drummer) house and after some time we discovered that cannot ply Bass with a pick, and learn rather quickly.

I will never truly understand what what God was doing in my life but I know he was showing me His love in a way I never could have imagined. On that Friday night I found myself wrapped in his arms so closely and so comfortably that I knew nothing could come between God and I. I was in heaven on earth, I was in a place that I cannot truly describe, a place I think is only understood by those who have made the journey there themselves, I can only hope that you don’t have to take the same path I did to get there, but if you do know god is there and in the end you find comfort and joy like none you have known before.
It may seem like this is the end of the series but it is not I have at least one more post, one more piece of the puzzle, chapter in this story, that I wish to share.
Amen, Hallelujah
Ethan
Other posts you may be interested in
Story of Depression
Leafs
Are We Really Living
No Rules (Almost)