My Walk


The warm sun and light wind brushed my face as I held the hand of a friend.  She pulled me along beaming with light as she sang, “Jesus Loves Me”.  This song was carried through the air whispering in my ear.  Strange, unfamiliar, yet magical.  She was my best friend and neighbor.  She exuded peace, love, and joy, which I didn’t fully know at the age of nine.

My life now had purpose… a purpose to find these qualities and make them my own.  My search began in the church.  I went to all my classes, attended Sunday mass, and followed all expectations.  I waited, but still no change.  I just always felt the same.  Like an incomplete puzzle.

Next, as a young adult I began filling my life with relationships.  They flared and burnt out as quickly as they developed.

Still left with a yearning that was not quenched.  Clothes, apartments, cars restaurants, and the need to be constantly busy became what was going to fill me.

Then once in awhile I would pause, listen, and hear a small tiny voice.  This voice was God trying to get my attention. At first the voice was faint and muffled.  The longer I paused and waited the clearer the message.  A peace started to come over me whenever I would listen.

I still sit, wait, listen.  Now the voice is clear, but I must open up my heart to allow Him to reach all aspects of my life on this walk of faith.

The most important part of this walk I have learned is to be surrounded by faithful praying Christians and a spirit filled church. ❤️🙏🏻

John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.