My Journey

I was raised in the church. My loving and giving parents were intentional about praying, reading the word of God, and serving inside and outside local assemblies as a family. At the age of 7, I had a dream in which God revealed that He was real. With tears in my eyes, I ran downstairs to tell my parents about the dream. They patiently prayed with me and in that moment, I believed Christ as Savior. Then, I feel asleep and they sent me back to bed. It was simple. After all, I was a young child who lived in a happy and loving world of family, food, video games, church, school, sports and adventures. Faith was easy.

I recall moments of wondering if it was God and believing that it was. This was before heartbreak, or realizing how interesting the world, and it’s people, can be.

Over the years, I experienced what I refer to as spiritual paradigm shifts. These shifts interrupted my basic assumptions and ways of thinking. They were milestones marked by supernatural intervention and revelation. God drew me to him from the depths of my soul, over and over again. He never has and never will give up on me. In these moments, He matured me in the measure of faith assigned to me.

It is not always easy. I often find myself asking for help because my heart tries to return to old ways of thinking. My faith has been tested to say the least. Pain rears its ugly head and tries to make me doubt my healer’s power.  But, the bible tells me that I am a new creature in Christ. Perhaps my transformation, my renewal, even the pain, is a part of process. The Lord helps me and I need Him deeply. I know purpose, pain & pleasure, and I choose to share this journey as transparently as possible. So, welcome to my Journal (blog) for my journey.