Unlike most Christians I know, my faith walk has been sort of a DIY project. Of course I’m being a bit silly, but for a girl who met Jesus alone in her room one very dark night, there was just no possibility of it coming together with any more finesse than I could muster in my own ignorance. I was sixteen, had trust issues and didn’t talk to anyone about the inner turmoil I was battling, and I certainly didn’t discuss my supernatural experience with God that changed the entire trajectory of my life. It was years before I walked through the doors of that small Baptist church in Phenix…