Journey of a Believer

A map almost ruined our honeymoon. It was our second day of marriage, and as we were driving up the Olympic Peninsula to Port Angeles, I found it difficult to read the map and drive at the same time. So I handed the map to my Debbie and asked her to tell me where to turn. As a new believer, I felt like Debbie: Someone hands you a Bible and expects you to know how to read it. Jesus had transformed me into a new creation, but I was a baby who did childish things and needed a parent to nurture me a