God is He.
This is Me.

My beliefs have changed a lot since a letter I just read from years ago.
Lesson #1: Time Flies.
Lesson #2: Learn how to love one another and how to love yourself. This is essential because life can be taken from you instantaneously. The petty shit, not worth the stress.
My mom is still my hero…that will remain a constant forever. That being said…I find myself in a more spiritual place at the moment. I feel my own relationship with God is something sacred….we have an unspoken bond that not many would understand. I love you God! You’re awesome — -you saved my life yet again. I know now that I must be here to fulfill a purpose for you and you need me to heal in order to grow spiritually, mentally and physically.
Yes when you see me I am always wearing crosses, but understand that I no longer believe myself to be of a specific religion…I choose to use Jesus’s name because that’s what I know. This fascinates me to no end….Doesn’t anybody realize we are all praying to the same entity…regardless of religion. That’s my opinion.
People who are religious fanatics tend to be some of the unhappiest people I have met. People have made God a chore. He is not a chore if you can develop and understand what he is trying to convey to you. Everything has meaning, a message. This message usually comes through some form of obstacle we have stumbled upon, but as we persevere we will look back and laugh. I gotcha now God!!!!
My God is cool. All my prayers have been answered and I dont always like the way he answers them, but that’s God’s will, not mine.
I have opened up my soul to the realm of possibility that we just might all be praying to the same exact entity. None of us know for sure, that being said what’s important is how the relationship you have with God feels to you.
God has carried me through the depths of hell…a broken, fallen, damaged angel. Then he laid me down on the whitest sand and said “I must go now child…even though the pain will persist…you are now strong enough to carry yourself.”
I didn’t understand why he didn’t fix my wings. Fix them I yelled out in desperation, but he had other affairs to attend to and it took me awhile that the lesson I needed to learn was how to fix my wings myself so that I could soar above the skies again.
Guess what? Little by little….I could feel my wings healing. They were more beautiful then I remembered for I had taken them for granted. I will tell you I do not regret a single day of my life because out of every difficult situation I come to learn and grow closer to him. He is giving me the help I need by having me climb mountains without turning back and when I reach the top…I have grown spiritually once again.
I have been truly blessed. The people who know me, know that I shouldn’t be alive had it not been through the Grace of God. We all will have our lives turned upside down at several points, but use the hell you endure as a positive because it’s God’s will and there will be a beautiful gift awaiting you as you walk out of the flames unscathed. The gift of true spiritual growth.
I remember flying to a rehab and was still detoxing and hadn’t slept at all. Something amazing happened….I felt his hands wrap around my heart and I knew it was okay. I fell asleep.
I’m a huge advocate of letting people find their own path. Who am I to tell them what they should or shouldn’t believe in. I do not pass judgment either for it is not my place. I believe that people have watched me persevere and have seen the miracle in me. If they see that and want it, that’s when I will give them the wisdom I’ve come to understand over the years.
I love the fact that I have a story. That I have been broken and damaged. The scars remain, but they have brought me closer to my Creator.
People always get angry at me when I use the word broken, but my mind works differently then most. I see things in a different light. I see the word broken as being real with myself. I am always broken yet never broken. This is me.
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