Today is Trinity Sunday, when we celebrate the mystery of God as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

The Trinity can be hard to explain, but sometimes we understand it through experience.

When I moved to the village in 2020, I felt drawn to the church, though I couldn’t say why. I described myself as “witchy” yet every Sunday I listened to the church bells.

One Sunday during Lent, something changed. The bells felt like a call I could no longer ignore.

So I got up and followed.

I was nervous, but someone welcomed me in with a smile. I sat quietly and listened.

I don’t remember the exact content of the sermon, but I do remember how I felt as I listened. Welcome, moved, recognised. It was as though my soul finally relaxed. Something in me came home.

Looking back, I can see the Trinity at work.

God the Father was calling me.

Jesus was the one I was being called towards, waiting with open arms.

And the Holy Spirit was gently urging me, “Come and see.”

The Trinity wasn’t a doctrine that day. It was an experience:

The Father calling.

The Son welcoming.

The Spirit guiding.

God often works through gentle invitations rather than dramatic signs: a bell ringing, a door opening, a smile, a feeling we can’t quite explain. Looking back now I can see His work through all my life.

The Trinity reminds us that God is always reaching towards us—the Father who created us, the Son who walks beside us, and the Spirit who guides us.

Three persons. One God. Perfect love.

And that love was enough to draw me through a church door and into a life of following God.