FOLLOW ME
- Diane Cordaire
- Mar 8
- 3 min read
Updated: Apr 24

From Fear to Fulfilment: The Journey Inward
Fear marks the beginning of the path to God—but trust is where it leads. We start off broken and end up whole. Knowledge opens the door, but it’s experience that carries us through. What begins as thinking becomes knowing. What begins as faith becomes love.
Our understanding is always partial, like trying to see through the glass dimly. Yet when we glimpse the full story, not just a piece of it, peace settles in our soul. There is unmatched contentment in knowing why we exist.
In Jules Verne’s imagination, man journeyed to the center of the earth. Our own journey leads to a similar place—an inner destination within our heart. At the centre is the pearl of great price, and in that pearl, I see God reflected back in us.
We’re more connected than we realize—your being lives within others, and theirs within you. We take the reins of our lives, trying to steer, but to find Him, we must first surrender control. The journey to God is never outward—it’s always inward. It’s not about attending gatherings or being seen in spiritual places. It’s about returning to the heart, His dwelling place.
I’ve taken that journey. My search has ended. I live in an atmosphere of peace, love, and joy. It’s quiet here. I might be alone, but I am never lonely. There is always comfort. I lack for nothing. Some ask, “Have you died?” Not yet—but I’ve learned the art of truly living. Some say I’m old, but I feel as alive and vibrant as I did at eighteen. God says we don’t die with our dreams, and mine are still intact. If your wonder fades and your dreams dry up, you’re as good as gone.
This life is short, but eternity is long. You have time to deepen your relationship with God. Abundant life begins when you get over yourself and live from your centre. Be like good seed in fertile soil—tend your inner world, and future generations will reap the harvest. Time is precious. Reclaim it. Rework your routines. Our days are numbered, and each one is sacred.
Listen to the wise. If someone lives with love, health, joy, and peace, your talking to the right person. Ask, and you shall receive. God won’t give you a stone if you ask for bread. But many don’t receive because they ask from a fallen self, not the resurrected one. And when they don’t receive, they blame God instead of searching their own hearts.
Love your neighbour as yourself. Pray for your enemies. At first, it’s hard. Later, it becomes second nature as you begin to understand life and its rhythm. The journey of growth never ends—but in time, you can rise above your flaws and live God-centred. Everything I need is already here. I don’t have to seek elsewhere. Most outward journeys are distractions.
The essence of life is joy. But mental clutter steals it. Start with stillness. That’s how I began. Clear the mind, and the rest follows. Replacing fallen thoughts with holy ones means drawing a line in the sand. Silence, nature, and scripture are rich with the divine. You might ask: Which Bible? The one that speaks to you. While some need a learning community at first, spiritual maturity often brings you to peace with just one or two kindred souls. That was my journey. Many couldn’t walk with me—they were afraid or confused by my radical rejection of society’s values.
Being good to yourself is doing good.
To me, anything less than my best meant failing to reflect Christ. Sadly, many religious systems have distorted Christ’s image. They had the chance to reveal Him—and showed their flaws instead. It’s no wonder churches are empty. Countless people I’ve met were wounded by religion, vowing never to return. I always told them: Don’t judge God based on man’s broken representation. They didn’t know who He was—so they crucified Him.
The organized church didn’t understand my journey. The rejection cut deep. I had once been a deacon. I didn’t want praise—just a listening ear. Instead, they turned their backs. Forgiveness wasn’t easy, but it became one of my greatest victories: to love the church as Christ does. To see us—not the institution—as the church. God doesn’t leave anyone behind. We are all His.
I don’t own wealth or riches. I have far more. Fifteen years ago, God told me to give it all up and follow Him. Everything I own still fits in a car, just like it did then. Back then, I was caught in a false identity. Now, I live in truth.
“I Am Who I Am.” That’s the divine declaration. It’s also life’s bottom line. We are who we are, and I live with the great I Am.
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