My Spiritual Journey

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I was never someone deeply involved in the church, yet I always felt a strong connection with the Highest, a connection that words could never fully explain. I also felt deeply drawn to nature; there’s always been something sacred about the stillness of the trees, the sound of the wind, and the peace I found there.

I began attending church when my mother became ill. Though I had only gone a few times before, after she passed, I stayed, partly for comfort, and partly because I needed the warmth of the elders who knew how much she meant to me. Their prayers and compassion helped me through a painful season, and along the way, I made new friends who poured into my life.

Eventually, I studied at Bible college for two years and even became a minister. I also explored the teachings of the Hebrew Israelites, still searching for something that felt complete. But over time, I realized that what I was looking for wasn’t inside any building or doctrine. I began to see the politics and division that can exist in organized religion, and I knew my path was meant to be different — not better, just mine.

The truth is, I found the Most High most clearly when I was alone in nature. That’s where I felt the deepest peace, strength, and guidance. What I searched for in the church, I ultimately found within myself, divine connection, self-love, and oneness with the universe.

Along the way, I was blessed to meet a wonderful mentor who became my spiritual mother and dear friend. She taught me to look within, to discover my gifts, and to stand strong in spiritual battles. She reminded me of who I am a divine being, powerful and loved, capable of healing myself and others.

I don’t judge anyone for where or how they worship. This is simply what works for me. I’ve learned that I don’t need anyone to take me to the next level spiritually; I just needed a reminder of the power I already possess and the importance of forgiveness — not just for others, but for myself.