ALL my plans seemed to work out. Education? Finished. Profession? Well begun. Future? Very, very promising. In other words, everything rosy—or it should be.
So why was I so miserable? The day was cold and dark and gloomy, and as I sat taking stock of what I had already accomplished and what I hoped to do I felt as dull and gloomy myself. Dissatisfied with my whole life, I began to remember what I had learned as a boy at home about God and eternity. Thoughts like that often haunted me in the hours of the night, and I would lie awake for a long time.
I did not want to believe in God! I wanted to enjoy my life in my own way, and tried hard to embrace the atheist's creed: No God! No hell! No judgment! You may do anything you like! But it would not do.
I was never really comfortable even among my atheistic friends.
This wintry day I sat alone by the fire, thinking and thinking where my life would end. I said to myself half aloud: Is there a God? If there is, let Him send me some proof that He lives and that He can provide for me in time and in eternity.
Just then a robin lighted on my window sill. Searching for a scattered crumb or two, he hopped about chirping as merrily in the snow as if it had been a bright May day.
Joyfully I exclaimed, "There is a God! Who but God could give that little bird so happy a song on a day like this?"
Gloom forgotten, I hurried to town and for the first time in years I went into a place where the gospel was preached. There I heard again the story of God's love for a world of lost mankind. That night my soul found peace and rest in believing in Christ Jesus. The doubts were gone, and I have known God's love and care ever since.