April 8th, 2026 was the day I took communion. The “grape juice” communion I picked up at Good Friday service, 5 days ago.

It wasn’t in a church.
It wasn’t surrounded by people.
It was just me… in silence, with Mochi, my dog, right next to me.

And in that quiet moment, I accepted Christ.

“If you declare with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord,’ and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved” – Romans 10:9

Before I took the communion, I prayed.

I prayed that God would guide my life from that moment forward—
that He would give me clarity,
lead me into the purpose He has for me,
and place a deep, steady peace within me.

I asked Him to keep me from derailing…
from drifting away,
from going back to the things I know are not right,
from losing sight of Him.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight” – Proverbs 3:5–6

At the time, I didn’t feel the need to tell anyone right away. I was going to casually mention it to my friend Alice later at church, just in passing. That was my plan.

But God had a different one.

While I was leaving a voicemail for my friend, she caught the words, “I accept Christ”… and immediately called me back. She was ecstatic—so full of joy, so emotional. After years of praying for me, she was finally witnessing the answer to those prayers.

She told me she wished I had shared it with her when it happened.
And my response was honest—I’m still a private person.

But later, I sat with that moment.

And I realized something…

This wasn’t just my moment.
This was a moment worth celebrating.

For a second, I felt like I had selfishly held back something that wasn’t meant to be kept to myself. She had walked with me through so many questions, so much confusion, so many repeated conversations where I probably sounded like a broken record. And yet, she stayed. She prayed. She believed—even when I didn’t fully understand.

“I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow” – 1 Corinthians 3:6

She was part of that planting and watering.
God was the one who changed my heart.

And now I understand a little more about what it means to “make disciples.”

“Therefore go and make disciples of all nations…” – Matthew 28:19

It’s not forcing.
It’s not convincing.
It’s walking with someone… patiently… consistently… in faith.

What I experienced on April 8th was personal.
But it was never meant to stay private.

“There will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent” – Luke 15:7

Heaven celebrated.
And here I was… almost keeping it quiet.

“Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl… let your light shine before others…” –Matthew 5:15–16

I’m learning that faith is both deeply personal and meant to be shared.
Not loudly. Not forcefully.
But truthfully.

Maybe this is part of my next step—
not just to believe… but to let that belief be seen.

And maybe, just maybe…
one day I can walk alongside someone else the way she walked alongside me.