God's work is in all of us!

Jesus is a savor to all of us. No matter what the situation.

Recently, i was lookeing into anouther job called, "Arctic Insurance". I contacted a woman by the name of lisa and i was going to hand my resume in a day later. On that day, I learned from waiting in line that she was not in. So i left and put my resume aside for next time. I had known her from cadets since i had once taught her Son, Gaberial, on survivle and drill. I was a Warrent Officer 2nd class before i left and I kept an eye on all the kids who where there. Anyways, I started to drive around out of bordom due to yellowkinfe small city size. I drove by Wal Mart, Reddie mart, Shell and then into my, pretty much hero and best freind, Vanessa's home on demelt street. As i did the small loops it had, i stoped at the stop sign and started to change my CD in my stareo. As i looked up to make shure im not stallin anybody behind me, whitch no one was, I looked forward and noticed a white jeep pull up beside me. I rolled down my tinted window and Joyfully, greeted the very woman i was suppost to meet!

but her expression on her face told me immedetly something was wrong as she was very worried. Her son had run away from home the day before and he had not been herd from since. She asked if i had seen him. And i had not. She had the RCMP looken around. And i told her ill start immedeltly looking for him.

As she and I drove away, I felt my focus turn to finding her son. Out of my own understanding, with no music, I blerted out, "Jesus, help me find this boy" Inside my car. I know this sounds ratehr wierd for a guy to be talking to himself inside his veicale. But there have been odder things. :)

For 5 hours i looked, drove, called people i knew that knew him. I later learned of his freinds and some of his closest freinds. I called them as well and learned the last location of his presence was known at a freind of his named Harley. I asked this person who had told me this where this person had lived, and he knew the way.

The info i recived from the RCMP though said that he was last scene at harleys and had left in the morning, not to be seen agien.

But something kept nagging me to cheack it out, and i was really going to leave it along becuase it made sence. why stay in one place if you dont want to get spotted.

Anyways, I picked up his freind and he guided me to harlys house. I asked him to go in and cheack it out, to look for him in other words. I waited 10 min and he came out whiter then a ghost. He told me he had found him inside a closet drunk. And there where others to, his other freinds. I ran out there, still in shock from the info i had learned and The fact that JESUS DID TOLD ME IN MY HEAD WHERE HE WAS!. I ran up to harleys house, went inside to find 6 other teens playing video games with beer cans all over the floor. Two of the teens where boxing, some where passed out and who knows how long they have been there for. I followed my guide to gaberial and found him, in a fetal possition, sleeping with a vodca bottle behind his head empty. I picked him up and almost shed a tear becuase i knew him very well and he was only 13.

His so called freinds in the front though, asked me what i was doing, and i said only this. "Something that you should have done. LOOK at yourselves. your destorying your very image of beeing a human being. Grow up!"

I was angery, sad and tartend. I drove the guide home and thanked him very much. he to, was shocked to find him there as well. I drove him home and he reganed conciousness halfway. He started to cry and say he was sorry. And all i could do was tell him never to give up. I felt bad for saying those words due to my own past. For i almost did give up. He seemed woozy, but he was alive and breathing. So i pulled aside the street and put my e break in gear. He stared at me with glazed eyes and a small sick looking face due to hangeover. I looked at him, and something told me to tell him my story. And i did, how i almost fell to commiting suicide. How i was saved, how i never gave up after.

He was very quite after that talk. And when i drove him him, his mother arrived shortly. After letting him inside, Lisa hugged me and said thank you. She asked where i found him. But all i could do is say, something like my father would say, "He can tell you himself. I think he's ready."

I left the house, got into my car and drove away, enlightend that i found him, but bewilderd about god and his work in me. Am I following him every day, or am i just saying, "Yah, im a christain."

Only time can tell, and the more i learn, the more i learn my questions answer.

God bless to anyone who reads this. Becuase Jesus Does work in you. He does great things inside of us all. IF i didnt ask jesus to help me find the boy, i dought i would have found him. He could have been at harleys still, drunk. But now, he is doing fine for he learned a valuble lesson I learned myself.


Adam Jensen