What do a lost, promiscuous, hopeless teenager and a drug addict living for the party, never thinking of the future have in common? Nothing, but being loved by the Father. That may sound like the start of a bad joke. But the reality is, Brett and I had nothing in common when we met and married. When we met in 1993, both of us were living lives for ourselves solely. Living for the pleasure that each day held with no thought about consequences. We were both running from God, thumbing our noses at the Creator of the Universe, letting Him know that we were going to do it our own…