One Reason I Believe 

A Reason I Believe 

Do you ever see or witness a friend or loved one going through a challenging time in life?  How about in business or work?  Are you ever curious or wonder how someone moves and works through the difficult times?   So much has occurred in the last 13 years of my life experience and my family’s life. I thought before I share stories of my experiences, I would provide a foundation of how it all began and a bit of the journey.

I was born and raised in the Catholic faith. Baptized, attended CCD. I had my first communion in first grade, switched to a catholic grade school in 5th grade, studied in grade school for my Confirmation, learned from nuns, some blunt and not so kind, and a few that were kind. I learned the rituals, yet I did not understand the conventional ways of how saying 3 Hail Marys and 4 Our Fathers helped me with getting to know God or even learn how to have a personal relationship with God. 

At 16-17 years of age, I struggled as a teenager and did not understand how I was to create a life, a discipline of faith. Thus I stopped going to church and meandered. 

I am a seeker

 . . . a seeker of what is possible. Always searching for and knowing there is more to life than what was. 

I know God continually worked in my life, yet I could not pinpoint or cull it out under all the rumbling. 

In 1995, I dated a gentleman who attended a Baptist church, and I joined him as I was curious to see if I would hear something I had not heard. For the first time, I did not experience rituals. I heard a message about Jesus and his life. I heard worshiping, praising, and connecting to the Holy Spirit in a whole new way.

What I experienced is, one way the Holy Spirit, and God was talking to me.

I walked away that day, wanting more. Experiencing a taste of what I was longing for.  A deeper connection.

My Experience . . .

I could feel it in my heart and soul. 

I wanted more so I attended many Sunday’s until 1996 when this gentleman and I were no longer seeing each other. 

God continued tapping my shoulder, nudging me at different times. 

He was with me after my son Ken died. A devastating time in my life. God placed people in my life that held a quiet presence. My experience and story of Five. Put a placeholder on that, and I will share that story at another time. Just know it’s my story of Five that guided me to the next chapter of my journey with God.  Learning it is for me to develop a personal relationship with God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and my faith. 

And so it is.

To be continued.


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