Anyone who reads my blog may think I rarely have times when I feel lonely.

I live in a beautiful suburb of Fort Worth.

I have a darling daughter who has roomed with me for the past five years. She has transformed from a hostile and surly teenager into a beautiful and loving young woman whom I simply adore.

I have friends. Quite a few, in fact. I am on good terms with all of my neighbors. I have a good number of women who are my friends. I also have some guys who have become dear friends of mine.

Yet, just a few months ago I was crying our to God for more. There was a hunger that I had not quenched. It has been a hunger that has been raging in my soul for most of my life.

When reflecting on this, I believe that this hunger is tied to the calling on my life to minister to other women in Christ. This calling on my life is woven into my passion for Christian writing.

Yet, I have women friends, I am continuing to write posts on my blog, as well as completing my novel. So in some ways I am fulfilling my destiny but there was still a sadness within my heart.

I was missing something.

I had been going to a megachurch where the pastor was quite excellent. Yet, I felt invisible. Nobody knew me and no one cared about me.

I was searching for something more meaningful. I cried out to God to quench this sadness within me and He came to my rescue in the most wonderful way…

I have always been a nut about keeping slim. After menopause this became quite difficult. When I saw  a Cardio dance class that was starting up in my neighborhood I jumped in.

That is where I met my friend, Erin. She led the class. I really liked her.

One of the women in the class had asked if anyone knew of a church that they could recommend. Erin suggested that that we try out her church, “The Vibrant Church.”

Then Erin backed out of the Cardio dance class. She was struggling in her personal life with some issues which haunted her from her childhood.

I became concerned about her and I started going to her church because of my concern for her. In the mean time I was really starting to like the sermons.

Then my best friend, Kathy Raney, died. I decided to start volunteering in honor of her because she was always helping someone.

I began to enjoy serving in the church.

Then I got scheduled for vocal cord surgery. My friend from church, Lori Petty, ministered to me through that event as if she was an angel from God.

I realized the other day what I was looking for was not a second husband, not more girlfriends or guys who are friends but I was looking for fellowship.

I needed a church which cared about me as if I was their sister in Christ and I have found that now in the Vibrant Church.