So, about 6 months after my dad died, it’s morning time. I’m getting ready for work, I’ve been praying (I was now back to really praying – praying for this person, these problems, etc.) And secretly, praying for a Bible Study. Oh Lord, give me a Bible Study, give me some people to help me grow. I had been praying for this for a couple years, off and on. Sometimes, thinking I’d found one, but scheduling would make it so I couldn’t go, one thing or the other, etc. But here, on this frosty April morning, as I’m walking out to my car, had just finished praying, getting ready to start my car and let it warm up for a few before I head off to work, and I hear it, clear as day. “Why don’t you start a Bible Study?” I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt like someone had just knocked the wind out of me. “Me? A bible study? That’s crazy….” And, then, “Well, maybe not so crazy. I have a couple Christian friends…. Maybe they would like to be a part of it.” Now, conveniently, for the only time that I can recall, I was going to see both of them, independently, the next day. So, I posed it to both of them, and they were both ecstatic. They would love one. Then, I told my mother about it in church the following Sunday, I’m starting a bible study, and my mom wanted to join. Alright, let’s do it!! So, we did. Now, because of all of this, I had resolved myself, that when the Holy Spirit tells me to do something, I do it. The bible study, was just the beginning.