I walked the streets in search of it. I sought therapists' advice on how to obtain it. I even moved across the country in quest of it. But ultimately, I didn't find peace until I stopped running from God. I resisted Him for three years before finally surrendering. It was not an easy decision; the immediate consequences were traumatic. For me, choosing Christ meant the loss of career, friends, a love relationship, and the respect of most who knew me. But I made the commitment anyway — despite the cost and, more significant, despite my negatively skewed picture of Christianity.