THE HOMECOMING
Crying & distressed, most of the time, I turned to Amanda. She offered, “God has His hand on your life Lesley.” I thought she had totally lost the “plot” & wished He would take His hand off me, thank you. The yearning persisted until Christmas Eve 1978 when for the first time since 1963 I attended the midnight service & left with a quietness inside that I had been aching for. Whatever I needed “IT” was here. I returned with inner questions that were answered in the sermons uncannily & I read of others who prayed for forgiveness offering their lives to God. Sweating & shaking I did the same. Nothing ‘sparkly’ happened but the quietness returned. I was home.