Daddy, where are you?

Have you ever felt like you are missing something or someone that makes you complete? Well I have. I am one of those boys, who was raised by a loving, hardworking, single mother. Growing up without a father figure, especially in the environment I was raised in, toke a toll on me psychologically. I began to search for a sense of belonging from the wrong people, and in all the wrong places. At the age of fourteen, I joined a street gang known as the H. B.S (Hard body Soldiers). I saw these guys as icons, I adored them, and whenever I was ordered to do something, even if it was illicit, I would gladly oblige, because it made me feel like I was important. I needed  love, respect, and someone to look up to, and when I did get it I would act out. Looking back at my life, I regret most of the decisions that I had made. I'm glad I didn't end up like most of these guys now, who are either incarcerated, missing, drug addicts, or even dead. I believe God has a plan for my life, he protected me from constant danger that lingered the streets, I kept me from being a addicted to drugs, and most importantly he kept me alive. I now see God as my Father, a Father that was always there, but I was too blind to recognize him. I don't need to do anything thats against general moral standards. I have God and thats all I need.