About

My Journey with Jesus began when I was young. I grew up in a generation of  Roman Catholic family. Part of the weekly routine was to attend church on Sunday.

 

I remember going to church with my family, and back then, you didn’t have churches today. The ones with the kid worship rooms or the teen worship. It was where you would all cram into a pew and sit and listen to the priest.

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I remember thinking how boring it was, just like school, where you go sit and listen to someone "teach" you. Ohhh and don’t forget the weekly CCD classes I had to attend. Those were great places for you and your friends to gather and socialize while you were supposed to be learning about Jesus. 

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My grandmother, who I was very close to, would always tell me about Jesus and how much he loved me. The only thing she would ever talk about was how much she loved Jesus. After my grandfather passed, she would talk about Jesus even more. 

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When she would come to visit during my teenage years, I would pray with her to appease her because I loved her so much. When she wasn't visiting, I wasn’t praying at all. 

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After getting married and having children, I was busy. Four kids in total (2 from a previous marriage of mine). My husband wasn’t home much; he worked to provide for our family as I stayed home to tend to the house and kids.

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We both knew Jesus but were not going to church or even applying anything of faith or worship to our lives or even our kids lives. 

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We finally found a church—a new one being built not far from our home. It sounded so nice, and it had a worship room for the younger kids and even for our older two. 

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As we arrive, we check the kids in to their dedicated rooms, and off we go to the "adult"church. The service begins with a band on stage, and all of a sudden the lights and people playing instruments start. WOW ! I remember thinking it was like being at a concert. I didn’t know that we could worship like this. Not only that, but they had so many things, like a bookstore, a cafe for hot coffee, and food. How nice this was! 

 

We attended that church for a good while. Until I finally realized that, it brought me no joy whatsoever. We fell away, and we stopped going to church. God was no longer being worshipped on Sunday or any other day, for that matter. 

 

Kids were growing up, and life and its distractions became more important. Kids had sports and lives, and my husband worked as I stayed home to take care of all the things and people who lived in it. 

 

Years would go by without church, no worship, no praying. Life had just become too busy. Kids got older, and we were just living day to day with no time for Jesus.

 

Until one day I walked in to my home office and I had a crazy, off-the-wall thought. It was because I think I need a Bible. WHAT ??? Why would I think that? What am I going to do with that? In reality, I have a Bible; why do I NEED another? I walked upstairs to my husband's office to let him know I was off to Barnes and Nobles to get a bible. I don’t even remember waiting for his reaction; I just left.

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I went and got myself a pretty little Bible, and I came home to my family so excited to show off my new Bible. They looked at me like I was crazy, like, who was this woman? I was so excited that I was going to read this Bible from cover to cover! 

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As I sat and cracked open the spine of my new Bible, I started to read the first chapter in Genesis. UNDERSTOOD NOTHING. I thought well. I tried. I don’t understand. I am done. God, I tried too hard =DONE. I left the Bible on my desk and left the room.

 

The next morning, I woke up to that Bible still sitting right where I had left it. Well, I did what any other practical person would do, and I jumped right on Youtube to figure out how to read this book, and not only that, but to understand. I started following anyone and everyone who spoke about God, and I was finally learning about all the things I wanted to learn. Well, Praise God, I am on my way!

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After many rabbit holes on YouTube, I found Inspire Ministries. Wendy has videos on YouTube, so I decided to watch one. It was then that I could not stop.

 

The classes she offered spoke to my heart and at times convicted me, as I felt like there was no one else in this online class that she was speaking to. She kept asking the same question over and over again. Is Jesus real to you?

 

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I pray, I repent and yes I definitely  HAVE COUNTED THE COST OF WHAT THIS WILL COST ME to be a sold out hand raising , Jesus follower.

 

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Now I understand how to read different translations, look up commentary, and know who the true followers of Jesus are. I like to call them the truth-tellers. They are the ones who fully understand the scriptures and can dissect and feed my hungry soul. My cup is overflowing with the knowledge I received, and I want to share it with everyone.

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I felt it was necessary to start a blog on how to navigate from Wanderers to Worshipers of Jesus Christ.

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Why ? I am so glad you asked! 

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So many of us get caught up in our busy schedules and lives, and we tend to forget how important it is to carve out time for worship and prayer. Even when we get to our Sunday “church” day, it's just all part of the "routine." By Monday, we had forgotten what the pastor preached about and hadn’t even thought about how we would apply it to our lives to live by the following week. 

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I lived most of my life that way. I went to church on Sunday, and by Sunday night I was back living like I never even went to church that week. 

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I am so excited to share all the things I have learned with all of you. Let me be very clear... It's going to be hard; it's not going to “feel” so good at times; it may even bring you to your knees at times. But can I tell you that it’s worth everything to me to know that I live for Jesus and that my relationship with Him is REAL.

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YES JESUS IS REAL TO ME !

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Join me each week as we deep dive into His word.