When Did Your Journey Begin?

It fills my heart with happy to introduce you to my Jamaican friend, Kaidean Rice. I’ve watched her love for God grow into a beautiful display of joy and peace that only comes from walking hand-in-hand with Jesus. Read her description of how her journey began and be inspired to move a little closer to the One who loves you with an everlasting love. Oh! And while you’re reading, don’t forget your Jamaican accent! Happy Tuesday!

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I was recently asked, “When did your journey with Christ begin?” Hmmm. That had me thinking for a hot minute. How do I even answer that? When did it begin? The question stuck with me for days. I kept mulling it over.

As a believer, do you know when your journey began?

You see, I grew up in Jamaica in a “Christian” household with my three younger siblings. My baby sister came along when I was 11, and a large part of my formative years involved the mischievous shenanigans of my two brothers. Both of my parents were deeply involved in church for many years, which naturally meant we were too. Rehoboth felt like home. Everyone knew us—and everyone seemed to love us. I was christened there as a baby—so maybe that’s when my journey began?

Or maybe it was one of those many altar calls I responded to. Those were such emotional moments. I know I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit during at least one of those brave, humbling walks to the front.

Or was it in 2006, when I was baptized? I remember feeling God’s presence strongly then, too.

As I prayed and reflected on the question, asking God to show me the truth, I slowly realized that my journey with Christ didn’t truly begin until I surrendered. That is, until I gave Him everything and stopped leaning on my own understanding, choosing to trust Him completely. (Proverbs 3:5)

My “Ms. Independent—I can do everything by myself” had to be humbled. I knew Bible verses. I knew about God. I had heard the stories of Jesus, and I believed He died for my sins. But I didn’t truly know Him.

Does that sound familiar?

I was comfortable just knowing about Him. “I believe in God and His son—so I’m saved, and that’s enough.”

Sound familiar again?

I avoided getting involved in church. It was easier that way. No one checked in, so I could slip through the cracks. I could live my life the way I wanted—quietly, easily. But through the challenges of transitioning internationally—leaving my familiar world behind—God brought me to my knees. He used life’s storms to open my eyes and draw me closer.

Now, I have to depend on God, my husband, and a whole new community. No more doing it all on my own. And now, I can boldly say: I have a relationship with my Creator. I’ve learned that I am a Saint. Yes—me!

I’m in Christ.

I’m Chosen.

I’m an Heir with Christ.

I’m Redeemed.

I’m Forgiven.

I’m God’s

Masterpiece.

I am His Beloved Child.

Don’t you hate it when the perfect response comes long after the moment has passed? I hope someone asks me that question again. This time, I’ll be ready. I’ll say: “My journey began when I discovered who I am in Christ—and when I surrendered to Him with my whole heart.”

Sometimes, I regret the time I spent running from Him. But I’m also so incredibly thankful that He never gave up on me. And now, He’s using every part of my story—for His glory.

Thank you for reading.

If you’re still wondering where your journey began—or where it’s going—know this: God is patient, He’s present, and He’s pursuing your heart even now. Let Him lead.

God’s daughter,
Kaidean Savage-Rice

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take. Don’t be impressed with your own wisdom. Instead, fear the Lord and turn away from evil. Then you will have healing for your body and strength for your bones.” (Proverbs 3:5-8NLT)

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