Although I had not thought about Jesus since I stopped attending CCD as an adolescent, Jesus’ name came to mind. And not only did His name come to mind, but an overwhelming need to apologize and ask for help. All I could say in that moment was “I am sorry, Jesus. Please help me.” I fell asleep soon after.

I opened to the book of Genesis and began reading. I spent the next few days reading about 200 pages sequentially in the Bible. I had no idea what I was reading. But that didn’t matter to God; He met me exactly where I was.