For 42 years, I lived as some might call "agnostic"—spiritual, maybe, but not connected. Then came the injury that changed everything. In my pain, I whispered a prayer I wasn’t sure anyone was listening to. Two years later, I was running pain-free. Five weeks ago, I felt something stirring again—a pull toward something unfamiliar but undeniable.

This episode is a story of fear, surrender, and unexpected peace. Of kneeling in a church after decades away and whispering, “I’m here.” It’s the beginning of a journey I didn’t see coming. And it’s the first time I saw my whole family take a step forward with me, even in uncertainty.

What followed were small miracles, quiet moments of grace, and a sense that maybe... I wasn’t alone after all.