I recently was having a conversation with a new believer, who was sharing that he feels it is very difficult to be a Christian in today’s society. The temptation from the devil is prevalent, and he was not sure where to begin in his faith journey. He felt like he kept messing up and not doing “the right things.”

It got me thinking about when Jesus saved me. “I want to follow God but this is all new to me. What’s next? How do I read the Bible? Where do I even begin?” Those are just some thoughts I had. I wasn’t raised in a Christian home, and I am one of the few believers in my family. In a way, I felt alone, but all I knew is that I asked God to be Lord over my life. Now looking back four years later, I am in awe of how far God has brought me. So, I want to share with you some thoughts the Holy Spirit spoke to me during my prayer time on how to take your next steps as a new believer.…

God does not look for us to be perfect. He looks for us to follow Him daily. We all have a past that we may not be proud of, and have done things that we wish we hadn’t; but do not let the enemy attack us in our thoughts about those things. The enemy is in the world, but so is God, and as children of God we are called to shine light in the dark world. Everybody’s walk with Jesus is going to look different. We cannot look at christianity as a checklist, marking off the boxes when we complete something. We just need to have a personal, intimate relationship with Him. What the enemy meant for evil, God turns to good. It makes me think of the worship lyrics that say “I sought the Lord and He heard and He answered and that’s why I trust Him.” There are many different influences going on in this world but we have the power of the Holy Spirit to be the influencers, not influenced. God is in control, but He is not a dictating God - He gives us free will. We have the choice every day when we wake up, before our feet touch the floor, to stretch our arms out wide, and say “God, use me today to further your kingdom, use me to lead people closer to you.”

Biblical community is key! The enemy wants us to be alone- he attacks us when we are in solitary and when we don’t surround ourselves with other believers. That’s why it’s so crucial to seek counsel, to pray and encourage each other. Do not look at your past and your mistakes as a failure, shame, guilt, or a burden, because that is all a lie from the enemy. We need to take our testimony, share it, and give God all the glory and praise. The power of your testimony will show people what He can do when you choose Him to be Lord over your life. There is power in your testimony, so He will equip you to share it! God is working through you. Don’t shy away from passing it on when the enemy tries to attack you, because he does not want you or others to know God. We should feel so incredibly grateful that God rules over the enemy, and we have the power through the Holy Spirit to rebuke the enemy when he tries to show up.

We cannot do any of this by ourselves. We need the Holy Spirit, so invite Him into your heart and ask Him to lead you. I encourage you to not be lukewarm, but to speak the truth in love every time God gives you the opportunity and watch lives be transformed. 

The Prodigal

By Eileen Glotfelty • April 19, 2026
For those of you who have a prodigal child, you're not alone. What I mean by prodigal is a child who has turned their back on you and put up walls of defense. It came as a surprise, a shock actually. I should've seen it coming but after years of butting heads, I truly thought we were in a better place. The revelation came in a letter where thoughts and feelings were shared. I felt my spirit being crushed as I read it and my heart broke. I know I wasn't the perfect mother. I had struggles and behaviors that had followed me since childhood. I had resolved never to treat my children the way I was treated, but how many of us know that sadly it still happens, but in a different way. When you have a prodigal, it's not about forgiveness and reconciliation, it's about the pain they feel we've inflicted and they can't let go of it. I keep hoping that some day, things will change but there's no guarantee as it takes two surrendered hearts that are open to be healed. It's been four years now since I received that letter. I have grieved in a way I never have before and there were times I didn't think I would make it through. It's a different kind of grief because you know it can change but it's out of your control. It's been a process and I've experienced rejection, abandonment, guilt and shame but it brought me to a place where I knew it was going to keep me in a prison of pain if I didn't surrender it to God so He could heal my heart. The Bible has a story about a prodigal son. Even though the son went his own way and abandoned his father, his father never gave up hope. When the son had an “aha” moment and realized how foolish he had been, he humbled himself and returned home. This is my favorite of the story: “So he got up and went to his father. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. Luke 15:20 NIV” This is how God greets everyone who returns to Him, no matter what they've done. I pray I would react the same way with my son. If you have a prodigal, my heart goes out to you, but just know that God sees you and your child. He is working behind the scenes as He is a God of redemption and reconciliation. He will heal your broken heart and give you the strength to hold on.

You Are Enough

By Eileen Glotfelty • March 13, 2026
Today I had an errand to do on the other side of town. When I left my house, it was warm and sunny. As I drove toward my destination, I noticed dark, gray clouds up ahead. I had no idea it was supposed to rain. Thankfully I was in the store when the storm rolled in. It was literally a downpour complete with thunder and lightning. I remember thinking I wouldn't be going to my car any time soon. Unfortunately the extended time in the store resulted in some overspending. As I stood in the checkout line. I overheard one of the cashiers say. “I love thunderstorms.” As a child, I loved them too, especially if I was already tucked in bed for the night. I can't explain it but that was the time I felt the most safe. There was something peaceful amidst all the noise. I still feel the same way. Tonight another thunderstorm rolled in. The weather forecast said it could be severe with high winds. I wasn't afraid. In fact. If it wasn't so early, I would've jumped into bed. I had to ask myself why I felt such peace during a storm. I never really thought about it before. Was it the fact I knew that despite all the drama and noise, it would eventually come to an end? It's something I need to think about because my attitude is quite the opposite with the storms of life. I've spent most of my life just trying to survive the storms. Sometimes I've denied them, other times I've tried to run from them and there were times I tried to hide from them but each time, they stopped or moved on. I feel like I'm in a place right now where I need a reminder of safety even in the midst of a storm. Jesus wasn't afraid of the storm, He went right into it and walked on water. Peter got out of the boat and started walking toward him but as soon as he got distracted by the waves and the noise, he started to sink and fear tried to take over. Jesus was still there and when Peter cried out to Him, Scripture says Jesus immediately reached out and grasped Peter's hand and Peter was safe. So Jesus, the storm is raging all around. I'm reaching out to You. I've gotten distracted Lord. I need You. Make me aware when I'm sinking and meet me in the waves for You are my help and You are enough.

Valentine's Day

By Eileen Glotfelty • February 14, 2026
Valentine's Day has always been my favorite holiday. I remember walking past the candy shop in town as a child and seeing all the beautiful heart boxes in the window. One box always caught my eye. It was a huge red heart at least two feet long. It was covered with red silk roses and a red frilly ribbon around the edge. To me it was a symbol of love. I dreamed of the day someone would give it to me. I met the love of my life unexpectedly. He was the kindest, most loving man I ever knew. Not only did he love me, he loved me unconditionally. This was a new concept for me. I was used to giving something to get something, but with him, I didn't have to give anything. He gave of himself and didn't expect anything in return. He showed me what true love was all about. He showed me God's love. We celebrated many Valentine's Days together. There were years we didn't have two nickels to rub together and he would make me handmade cards and paint wooden hearts red with a gold, glittery “I Love You” written on the front. There was one year when the single ladies from our church volunteered to watch the kids so the moms and dads could have a night out. We didn't have the money to do anything fancy so we picked up a meal from Boston Market and went back to our “empty” house. We watched a movie, uninterrupted, and then put on some music and spent time slow dancing. It was my favorite Valentine's Day of all time. When I think back to that time of walking past the candy store, I realized I didn't need a fancy red heart to make me feel loved. I received all the love I could have ever imagined from a man who made me cards and danced with me around the family room. What I've learned is I can still have my dreams but if it doesn't work out the way I thought, God has something better, and if I can lean into that and trust Him, it'll be more than enough because He is enough. Happy Valentine's Day!