We attended a worship service this past Saturday when a simple hymn played. It’s one I haven’t heard since I went to Leah’s grams church probably a decade ago. I had this vision of little Leah as a baby in her carrier, sitting on that faded pink pew. The tiny church set at the bottom of a hill in a small town in WV. I was flooded with the first time I remember being moved to tears in a church. It was that church. The Lord reminded me that in that tiny moment, in that little church, a very BIG Lord got ahold of my heart. I had no idea why I was crying in church. God did. It was then His Holy Spirit got ahold of me and never let go. He reminded me that He had ahold of me long before I thought He did. Through this thing called the walk with Jesus, otherwise known as life, I’ve been led down roads of worship, deliverance, healing, missions and ministering in ways I never could have imagined. I’ve been blessed to see the world and how others live, but it always circles back to on...