The Number That Followed Me Home (true story)
I didn't know God was chasing me. But He was leaving His fingerprints everywhere.
The number 316 has been on every door I've walked through — literally — for as long as I can remember. I didn't notice it at first. You don't notice something when you don't have the eyes for it yet.
My college home address? 316.
My first house? 316.
My daughter Lexi's first college apartment? Unit 316.
Three doors. Three different seasons of my life. The same number on every one of them.
Now, I didn't grow up in the church. I wasn't reading a Bible. I wasn't looking for signs. I was just a kid from Brooklyn trying to survive, build something, and figure out what I was made for. God wasn't on my radar. But apparently, I was on His.
John 3:16. You know it. Even people who've never opened a Bible know it. I didn't, but I KNOW it now.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."
That's the whole Gospel in one sentence. And God stamped it on every threshold I crossed — decades before I knew His name.
He wasn't waiting for me to find Him. He was finding me. He was leaving His signature on my life — on my front doors, on my daughter's door — saying I see you. I know where you live. I'm coming for you.
On July 25, 2021, I raised my hand to Jesus. Everything changed. And when I looked back at my life — the addresses, the numbers, the doors — I didn't see coincidence anymore.
I saw a Father who never stopped pursuing His son.
Brothers — God's hand was on your life long before you knew whose hand it was. Look back. The fingerprints are there.
He's been knocking on your door the whole time.
— Patrick Iron sharpens iron. Proverbs 27:17