Here I Am, Again
As a youngster growing up in a vibrant, multigenerational faith community, Sundays felt like gatherings of extended family. My church family was shared with my dentist, my band director, my science teacher along with many active citizens and role models in our town. That close-knit environment helped inspire my own journey of faith. I vividly remember the sixth grade especially the summer I spent at Camp Cho-Yeh in Livingston, Texas. One night, we sang “Here I Am, Lord.” I was flooded with emotion and full-body goosebumps. I knew without a doubt that I was surrounded by the presence of God. That moment marked me and turned on my inner compass Here I am, Again…lifted, forgiven, and wrapped in a mercy I did not earn but deeply need. Time and again, God meets me with grace, steadies me on my feet, and gently sets me back on the path. A few years ago, during a career transition, I returned to teaching part-time while also serving as a full-time academic staff member at a community c...