At 62, Rhonda Vincent stood inside the small white church where her parents once sang, the wooden pews polished by decades of prayer and song. Dust danced in the sunlight spilling through stained glass, and for a moment, time itself seemed to bow its head. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and softly began to sing “I Heard My Savior Calling Me.” Her voice — fragile, pure, unguarded — filled the empty room like a whisper from heaven. Each note carried the weight of childhood Sundays, of harmony and hope, of a faith that had never left her. When the final word faded, she looked toward the altar, tears glinting like dew, and said quietly, “I guess I’ve been answering Him all along.” In that stillness, the song was no longer just a hymn — it was her life, coming full circle.
HEARTFELT MOMENT: RHONDA VINCENT RETURNS TO HER FAMILY CHURCH — “I GUESS I’VE BEEN ANSWERING...