Maybe we all can find a grain of truth, and wisdom in my walk with the Lord. My parents were Catholic and sent me to Catholic schools. I was taught right from wrong, at least what my parents and the nuns thought was right. Spent the first twenty-five years of my life trying to live a good and decent life, and made some mistakes. At the age of twenty-five started to go to Mass and Communion almost every day. Got very involved with the priests, helping in their classrooms as a co instructor. At the age of thirty-eight got married to a young girl, and started to have children. After my first child Jesus started asking me to be a minister, not understanding what or how I could be a minister, I would say yes, but instead of asking what he wanted me to do I told him what I would do. This went on for two years. We had two more daughters one with Downs Syndrome, and the third was born blind. When our blind child came down with an eye infection and we couldnt get in to see our doctor until after the week end, my wife got down on her knees and begged Jesus to heal our blind child. We then put her down for a nap and when she got up her eye infection was gone. I dont remember if we checked her eyesight then or if it was in the morning, but when we did check he sight, she could see. My daughter is now twenty-eight years old and her eyesight is twenty/fifteen where the rest of us need glasses.
Well, about the same time Jesus let me know that I need to give him an answer about being in the ministry. I told him I would, but I wanted to know if it was really Jesus who was calling me to the ministry. I ask to be given the gift of tongues that night if it was Jesus calling me. I spoke in tongues for the first time that night. The next morning I asked Jesus what seminary I should attend, he told me No! Dont read about me, Ill teach you about me. Right after this Jesus asked me to give him my life, not really understanding what this meant I took a few days thinking about it. When I was going to say yes I would give him my life, the Holy Spirit let me know, that if I did give Jesus my life I would lose everything I owned. I was given the grace to say yes. I lost everything. When I was about to lose my car I complained to Jesus and he spoke to me and said Bob! They hung me
After I gave Jesus my life that is when I started drawing closer, and closer to Jesus. I no longer lived my life as I thought was best, but Jesus was in control of my life.
I am now almost seventy-two years old, and Jesus is still teaching, and guiding me.