I had a dream of The Lord telling me to come to Him.

I woke up the next day confused. The dream felt like no other, it was so impactful. I couldn’t let the feeling of it go. I couldn’t stop thinking of it.

I decided to tell those who at the time were close to me, I didn’t receive much support, instead followed laughs and jokes.

In that very moment I had a mustard seed amount of faith. Not much, but that’s all it takes.

I quickly reverted back to old ways. I ignored the call. I spent a good year confused, reckless, lost, lonely, uncomfortable, depressed, drunk.

I felt as I had no real purpose.

Doors closed. But one gigantic one opened.

I landed in a place where the people were so effortlessly kind. We laughed. We joked. We shared our lives.

One was a pastor.

He would tell me about The Lord. I would tell him I didn’t believe. Soon, he was telling me about The Lord and I was listening.

One is a guy who has the best humor.

A day with him is never dull. I looked forward to those days.

One was a guy who cycled through every different religion.

He had many stories to tell of his endeavors. Interesting stories.

One would become a temporary safe place.

Because of these bonds, I found self worth. I realized there was so much more for me. I ended bonds that weren’t right for me.

I cried. I laughed. I lost. I won. I was at the end of the chapter. I was at the start of a whole new book. The best book.

I took a chance.

He asked if he could take me to church.

I took a chance.

I felt weird. I felt somehow a sign read “doesn’t believe” across my forehead.

I saw joy. I heard praise. I wasn’t there yet.

I took another chance.

I saw joy. I heard praise. I was ready

I believe.

(3.5 years now of accepting and receiving Gods glory🙌)