Walking With Jesus

Med Steps 1

Yesterday I went for a walk with Jesus. It was a magical moment that filled my heart with Love and Joy.

I am lucky enough to live in southern Spain where I get to enjoy the beauty of both Spain and Gibraltar. For those of you that have never heard of Gibraltar it is located at the southern end of the Iberian peninsular. From the top of Rock, you can enjoy some spectacular views. Around the back of the Rock there is a challenging trail called the Mediterranean Steps.

Usually about once a week I try and tackle the “Med Steps” with my best friend. It’s hard work, but I love a challenge and since I’ve been feeling a lot better (since my bad patch and being knocked off my moped last week) I wanted to make the most of being alive and breath some serious fresh air in ! Plus, it’s a a beautiful way to spend some special time with both my bestie and Our Amigo.

As we got started my arm starting throbbing. It had been sore for a few days now but this pain was more intense. Initially, I tried to ignore it. Obviously that didn’t work. So I then started praying to our Amigo. I was at the back taking in the breathtaking sites and trying not to trip on the rocks when I realised that I was no longer praying to him but talking with him. That he was literally walking by my side and helping me cope with the pain.

I went through a few different emotions at the time. Firstly, was this really him? Could I actually feel Jesus walking by my side? Or was I just imagining it? Was I merely just comforting myself at the thought that through the pain I wasn’t alone? The more I doubted, the stronger the feeling was.

It’s difficult to put into words what I felt yesterday. I can’t put it into a sentance so here are the words that come to mind:

Love

Light

Joy

As if this moment was enough I was also blessed with an incredible dream last night. I started to write this post yesterday but was really struggling on how to get it all down. Afterall, I am in no way a writer! So, I went to bed and asked our Amigo for a little help and guidance.

I didn’t actually think that he was going to answer my prayer straight away! I woke up and initially didn’t remember the dream. Then I was on the way to Mass and it came to me. I was sitting at my dining room table on my laptop working on this post. But I wasn’t alone. Our Father was with me. Literally sat next to me with his arm around me and encouraging me to write it all down. Not to miss out any details and to share it all. He was a loving Father helping his child with her homework. I was overcome with emotion when I remembered it all. I still get teary when I remember the feeling of leaning on him. That pure feeling of perfect Love. When I get a chance, I will try and sketch it!

Lord I want to walk with you, talk to you, listen to you and feel you in my heart every moment of every day. I want to be your friend your confident. Teach me Father, just like you did in my dream.

Where my Journey Began

I was born in London to an English father and Spanish mother. Raised in the UK and have now been living in Spain for 10 years. I was Baptised, did my Holy Communion and my Confirmation. I attended Catholic schools and have always considered myself a Christian. But what did that really mean to me? Did I believe in God? Of course I did! Did I ever pray? No not really. Did I ever go to Church? Only for Christenings, Weddings and Funerals.

Then everything changed for me one day last year. I’ve been happily married for 5 years and lucky enough to be Mummy of two beautiful children. After a long exhausting day at work followed by the chaos at home I was putting my little boy to bed. Laying next to him with my hand on his heart, he was already fast asleep. Out of nowhere I started to pray. I thanked God for giving us such a wonderful blessing and asked him to always watch over him and keep him safe. Suddenly he woke up and said ‘Mummy, you’re the best Mummy in the world and I love you so much!’ and then passed out again. I felt something in my heart that I had never felt before – like it was about to explode. It was such an intense feeling I was completely overcome with emotion. This was the moment I opened the door and let God into my heart. From that moment on it all escalated very quickly. The more I prayed, the more I felt that amazing feeling of love and peace. I was hooked! For the last year, I’ve been trying to take everything in. I go to mass every Sunday and read a lot to keep learning.

I recently felt a tug at my heart to start writing about all the wonderful experiences I was having. At first it was just for me, so that I would never forget the special moments (I have a terrible memory). But then I realised that he wants me to share my faith and stories. So I’m going to go completely out of my comfort zone and go for it.

If by sharing my stories and experiences I can inspire or help just one person then I am happy with that. So if you come across this blog and are feeling lost, lonely or just need someone to talk to then please drop me an email.

Much Love

Stephanie X