Chavurat Derekh HaMashiach

I wasn’t looking for God. Not even a little. But looking back now… I can see He was looking for me the whole time.I drifted — from place to place, friend group to friend group, church to church whenever someone invited me. No roots. No rhythm. No real direction. Just motion.Then one day my friend Steve showed up different — brighter, lighter, like somebody turned the lights on inside him. He said he’d given his life to Christ… and something in me stirred. I went to church with him — honestly, for the music — but I stayed because something deeper started tugging at my heart.That was the beginning of my walk with God. On again, off again. Wandering, returning, wandering again. But here’s the thing I learned — from Jacob in the wilderness, from the Prodigal on the road, from my own uneven footsteps:God meets wanderers. God meets strugglers. God meets the ones who don’t get it right the first time.And He met me.Paul said it like this — that we’re not running this race alone, that we stand firm, that we guard our faith with strength and purpose (1 Corinthians 16:13). Not perfect… but steady. Not flawless… but faithful. Not always sure… but always met.So if you’re in a wandering season, a wrestling season, a returning season — hear me: you’re not alone. The same God who met Jacob in the dust, and ran toward the Prodigal in the distance, is still meeting people today. Still meeting people like me. Still meeting people like you.Walk this road with me. Let’s see where He meets us next.