I have dyslexia, and I’ve never read well. Entering a church culture that grew by passing books around was always a challenge for me. I felt left out, and no one understood why. I learned what I could from sermons, then marched out boldly to try life that way. After failing more times than I can count, I finally bought the Bible on tape and listened to sermons to hear how they interpreted what I could not easily read. I remember thinking, If he can make that connection here, then I can do the same here, here, and here. That kind of thinking was a disaster. But it did reveal something important: the inconsistency we all bring when we treat the Word as the only document needed to follow Jesus, instead of a living witness pointing us to Him. Meanwhile, my life kept imploding through hard and painful seasons. I needed more than borrowed interpretations. I needed a living God. But the Holy Spirit felt distant because I believed something in me was unforgivable—better left alone, better not touched. So, I clung to two simple truths: Jesus loves me. Seek, and you will find. Those two lines carried me through surgeries, failures, loss, and loneliness. And somewhere along the way, I was introduced to a Jesus who is real and working today, and to a Holy Spirit who is active and alive in me—not to win arguments, but to walk humbly and share His wisdom. Today I look for Jesus everywhere and in everything, just as David did, just as Jesus Himself did. I no longer see the Bible as a rulebook I must master, but as a map pointing to a Living Lord who reigns—a Lord who meets me in my weakness, my questions, and my searching. And the more I look for Him, the more I find Him.

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