When I rededicated my life to God as an adult, I decided I should probably attend Bible Study.
One day, I finally mustered up the courage to go.
When I walked in, one of the ministers ushered me into a room and said, “This is where you need to be.” It was called Spiritual Enrichment.
I actually wanted to go to the general Bible Study class…
But I stayed.
When I entered, the women were in prayer—speaking in what I now know to be tongues.
I grew up in the Anglican Church… I had never experienced anything like that before.
So I immediately started praying:
“God, please protect me…”
Because I truly didn’t know what was going on, what they were saying, or who they were speaking to.
(Grace for a new babe 😄)
After the prayer, the lesson was so interesting that I decided to keep going back.
A few weeks later, I was driving home from class—full of questions.
I remember thinking:
“I need to ask the teacher all of this next time…”
But as I was driving, I noticed a song playing in my head.
No radio.
Just the same words, over and over again.
Later that night, standing in my closet preparing for the next day, I said the words out loud:
“Don’t ask your neighbor… come to me. Don’t be afraid.”
I immediately burst into laughter.
“OK, God… I hear you.”
From that moment on, I started writing my questions down.
And God began to teach me.
Through His Word.
Through messages.
Through people.
I would write the question…
And He would lead me to the answer.
🕊So let’s flip the script…
Don’t ask your neighbor—go to God.🕊
Search the Scriptures.
Seek Him for yourself.
That’s how relationship is built.