The Journey Begins
It began in a Midwestern town with a population of less than 500 souls. It was a bright summer Sunday, of course our routine was breakfast which consisted of oatmeal, toast and grapefruit juice . In the oven was the country fried chicken that was awaiting our return from church; on the counter were the fresh baked pies that always followed Sunday dinner. Church ugh, it was so boring, being seven years old my thought was what a waste of a perfectly good summer morning.
The preacher was finally done with his oration and began the ‘Alter Call’, today unlike every other Sunday I felt compelled to go down front. I slid down from the pew much to my grandmother’s surprise; she quickly reached out and tucked a clean white, pink embroidered handkerchief into my hand. What a strange thing to be doing but I felt compelled to kneel down while the congregation continued singing a familiar hymn. I was no more on my knees when I began to sob, I began to sense someone next to me out of the corner of my eye I could see the yellow-white light that surrounded the Being that was smiling at me. My eyes wide I stared as I listened to the information I was being given, the life ahead would not always be easy but I was not alone.