...In my heart, I cried out, “What is my divine purpose? Why did God give me life on planet Earth?” That “aha” moment did come later, and I felt called to honor my Triune God by telling others what He has done for me. Throughout my life, I have had many experiences—some great and some I choose not to recall. I know physical, social, emotional, and mental pain. I also know comfort. I know both successes and failures from my childhood to this day. I know poverty, and I know plenty. In my early years, I did not have the skills to analyze these experiences, but one of the joys of maturing has been an opportunity to look back and view common threads that weave a definite pattern called my life. There, I see the presence of God from the beginning. Now I can tell readers, like you, about instances in my life where I know that God was there.

 

Finally, the nights of the full moon came, and the sky was crystal clear. It was indescribably beautiful. I moved a chair to the far end of the porch, away from the conversation. II just wanted to be alone to enjoy the beauty of it all. I was not searching for God. I was not searching for anything that I had not experienced before. That night, I was just being true to my preschool nature. I just wanted to be by myself and free to enjoy the wonderful feeling of being alone under the night sky, surrounded by its beauty and the mystery of night sounds. Then came an interruption as I quietly sat. I sensed a presence. It was as though an invisible person came near to me. It was comforting, not scary, and really made me feel good. Suddenly, I knew that I was with God and that God was with me. I was a bit startled, yet I felt intensely happy...