I remember several years ago now when I left my home, my parents and everything that seemed secure and caught a bus. With nothing on my back I traveled, on my way from Tennessee to Texas in the USA . There was a war on and I was on my way to the Air Force Training Academy in Texas. I had not been drafted, I had enlisted because I felt the need to serve my country. I took one thing with me, a small New Testament tucked into my pocket. In the motel room that night my relationship with God changed. I was alone, the people I knew who served God were not around me anymore. I couldn't turn to someone else and say. "Is this OK?" I couldn't ask someone else to pray for me. It was Graduation Day, there were no more teachers, no more role models to pattern my life after. It was just me. I'll admit that even though I knew I was saved, that Jesus had died for me, I was alone. I would have to put what I had been taught into practice or leave it behind. Now it was my turn, God had done HIS part and now I would have to do my part. I'll admit I felt very alone, I knew about God, I believed in God, but now I would come to KNOW GOD.