Knowing Jesus came from being read Scripture every night, learning to pray, most of all from a waiting room in a cancer hospital when they would bring me for my Mom's monthly checkups. There are no atheists, and no ingrates, in a home with someone who survived cancer against all the odds! God gave us a miracle and we knew it! When I was older and had been away, well, again it's on my home page, but at times in my life there has been an intangible love, a joy, that brings me to tears, just when I needed it the most. There have been the dark times when I felt forsaken, but i remember Jesus Crucified, and know He went through worse and i hang on by remembering He will be there to lift me up eventually. I speak with Him now, even as I did when I was a child and afraid. That's the best I can explain it, E. I wish I were more articulate! Trying to explain my life's walk with Jesus is like trying to give people compass points and route numbers directing them to a place you know and go to every day! It's hard to explain... You know it in your heart but can't seem to put it into words... Not always, anyway.
I went to your home page and you did a wonderful job of capturing quite a number of monumental thoughts pertaining to the subject and you put them in a very clear,comprehensive and short recap. Thanks.