God's calling on my life and how I interpreted it...Day 3

April 28th, 2002. A day that will forever stand out in my life. But first...Let's go back a few days. My grandmother had died earlier in the week. She had been an instrumental part of my life. A best friend in many ways. A flesh and blood family member and a best friend all in one.

As a teenager with a drivers license I would regularly find myself at her back-door on Friday nights when I could find nothing better to do. 8) She always said, "So I see you're slumming again," with a big smile on her face. "Hello Grandma," I would say. No legalistic requirements in our relationship...Only grace. Something I learned well from her.

I could go on for days...Maybe I will in a later post.

Anyhow...After her funeral at her wake, at my aunt Sherry's house, something led me to speak to the pastor that officiated her services. I asked him, "How do you know if God is calling you to ministry?" He said with a smile on his face, "Many times I've wanted to walk away, and go drive a truck or something...But something kept drawing me back." He then said, "I'll pray for you." I almost wish I'd never asked him that question...Sigh...

That following Sunday, April 28th, driving southbound on the 605 Freeway, somewhere around the 105, I knew...Without a doubt...that God had put a call on my life.

It was clear that I needed to get ready...that I needed to study.