05/25/2023
I don’t go to church.
That doesn’t mean I lack a relationship with God.
I don’t read the Bible every day, every week, or even every year.
That doesn’t mean I don’t know God’s word.
I don’t get on my knees, fold my hands, and bow my head every night.
That doesn’t mean I cease daily conversations with God.
I’ve questioned him in tough times.
I’ve resented him in times of grief and loss.
I’ve lost faith in him due to lack of faith in myself.
But he never left me.
He’s been here the entire time, his footprints just a step ahead of mine.
I believe that he loves everyone.
Read that again.
Everyone.
The obvious sinners.
The silent sinners.
The caring.
The judgmental.
The believers.
The nonbelievers.
I’m not here to preach.
I’m not trying to prove myself.
I don’t believe in God because of how I was raised; going to Sunday school every week, then sitting in a pew singing hymns and listening to a sermon.
I believe in God because I’ve felt him.
I’ve heard him.
All of my own accord.