I have believed in God since a young girl. When I was teaching third grade a coworker invited me to study the Bible. I wanted to know God and had never read the Bible before so the thought appealed to me (Imagine, saying you believe in God and yet never reading his word). My true walk with God began, the moment I opened the pages of the Bible.
It was Sunday afternoon when the facetime call came in from overseas. "Hey, how are you?!" she said with a smile. Out of what seemed like nowhere my chest tightened and tears welled up in my eyes. "Not so good," I blurted out as though someone else had taken control of my body.
That's not what I wanted to say but it was the truth and in this safe space that was my friend's presence I was suddenly falling apart.