I was brought up in the Catholic Church. What I learned about God was that my relationship with him solely depended on the Priest. It was not until I was in High School and attended a Baptist Church that I started to understand that my relationship was directly with God. You see, I lost my parents when I was 15. I watched my mother die of cancer. She was the one that always took me to church when I was growing up. It got to where we went only for holidays, weddings and funerals. I never really knew what a relationship with Christ was. I made my first communion and my confirmation. However, that did not tell me much about who I was to God. Fortunately, God was always there for me even when I did not realize it. He got me through the loss of both of my parents. I went through the next 10+ years know that God existed, but not really having that relationship with him. I kept God on a shelf until I needed him. Then, I called out for help. Once the storm had passed, right back up on the shelf he went. After my youngest son was born, I contracted C-Diff. It put me in the hospital for 2 weeks not sure I was going to make it. I fell into a depression in the hospital as I could not see my 5 children at home. My baby was only a month and a half old, and I could not even hold him. I remember one day lying in the hospital bed hearing a code blue in the room across the hall. I knew then that I was on the floor where people were dying. Suddenly, Jesus appeared at my bed. I know what I should have felt, but at the time it was fear. I was not ready to go. I had too much here to do. What would happen to my kids. I picked up the phone and called a friend. I didn’t call my husband because I knew that he would be scared as well. I can see it so very clearly. He didn’t say anything but stood at the end of the bed. He was very peaceful. He had a white robe on with a shimmering pink heart. I didn’t think about it before, but it was suggested to me recently that it was the sacred heart. My friend was also scared for me as you hear about Jesus coming to take you home. For me it was not the case. I believe he came to bring me peace and healing. As prior to his coming, the medication was not working, and I had to switch to something different. After that day, I began to recover and was able to be released on Christmas Day. I was able to hold my baby on his first Christmas. It was my Christmas miracle. I say all this to tell you that Jesus is real. Throughout my life, I can look back and see all the times that Jesus was there for me. All the times money was short and somehow a check would come in the mail just in time. One time I took my kids to the fair. It cost me $120 to take them. Money was tight as half my family was living in TN and the other in FL until our house sold. We get into the fair and the kids are riding the riders. I looked down on the ground and there was some folded up money. I looked around to see if I could find anyone looking for money. I was not able to find anyone so I looked at how much it was. Yes, you guessed it $120. God is awesome and always provides. It is not always what we want or think we should have. However, it is exactly enough. All things are in his timing. He will open the doors that are supposed to be open and close those that you should not enter. The hardest part is trusting him and not trying to push the doors open that we think we should go through. It has been a journey of learning how to trust in him. My prayer is that you give him the opportunity to show you all that he has for your life.