Jesus has been in my heart for as long as I can remember. Until I was well into adulthood, however, I felt a certain failure in my Christian walk. I kept falling. I felt pulled in wrong directions even as my heart loved God. My walk was not always consistent and fruitful.
God blesses me with teachers when I am willing to receive them. He has made available to me His truth and His word. It is incumbent on me to choose my teachers wisely with a sincere heart for God’s will and truth.
One of the greatest times of teaching in my life was a Bible study with several wonderful ladies who became an integral part of my life and my relationship with God. We met every Tuesday. We studied the Bible and books related to it. We shared our experience and knowledge with each other. We prayed and drew close to our Maker. Meeting with this group of friends and teachers was an indispensable foundation for my Christian faith and relationship with God.
Like a loving parent reaching a hand to a wobbling toddler, God is ever before me, providing sure ground for me with each step. I need to move forward carrying that faith He graciously ministers. I fix my eyes on His truth. I stand and step to Him, surely and eagerly to Him.
In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. Hebrews 5:12
Meeting God at the Park 