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I just got back from Vegas yesterday with Natalie's family, and I'm honestly glad to be home. I missed my family and my bed very much, as well as having everything I own (not only the contents of a carry-on luggage) at my fingertips.
Today is Christmas. Merry Christmas.
The celebration of the birth of Christ, and yet, I'm not even sure if I believe in him. I won't say if I do or don't for sure; I think that would be quite foolish of me considering that this time last year I didn't believe in God either and said for certain that I never will. But things change. Or maybe my faith was always there but I was the one who changed. I'm not going to ask myself ten million questions until I come to a conclusion about whether or not I believe in Christ because that's what I did with God and that's just thinking with my head. What's the use in thinking with my head when it comes to religion? Faith comes from your heart, not your head. So maybe one day I'll just know in my heart whether or not I believe in Christ because that's exactly what happened when I believed in God again. A sudden 360 in a matter of seconds, because I just knew it was right for me.
I thought all of this through while I was "talking to God" (what I call praying) the other night. The way I pray isn't normal, I guess. I don't say the same things or recite a memorized prayer. I literally take at least five or ten minutes and talk out all my concerns and hopes, ask him to bless specific people who've touched my life, and I come to many epiphanies while I'm praying. That's why I call it talking, because I feel like I'm getting answers.
Anyway, Natalie is going to be staying at my house for the next week, so I'm looking forward to taking her out every day. We're making plans for basically every breathing moment.
More to say but I'll write it all later.
Merry Christmas!
Today is Christmas. Merry Christmas.
The celebration of the birth of Christ, and yet, I'm not even sure if I believe in him. I won't say if I do or don't for sure; I think that would be quite foolish of me considering that this time last year I didn't believe in God either and said for certain that I never will. But things change. Or maybe my faith was always there but I was the one who changed. I'm not going to ask myself ten million questions until I come to a conclusion about whether or not I believe in Christ because that's what I did with God and that's just thinking with my head. What's the use in thinking with my head when it comes to religion? Faith comes from your heart, not your head. So maybe one day I'll just know in my heart whether or not I believe in Christ because that's exactly what happened when I believed in God again. A sudden 360 in a matter of seconds, because I just knew it was right for me.
I thought all of this through while I was "talking to God" (what I call praying) the other night. The way I pray isn't normal, I guess. I don't say the same things or recite a memorized prayer. I literally take at least five or ten minutes and talk out all my concerns and hopes, ask him to bless specific people who've touched my life, and I come to many epiphanies while I'm praying. That's why I call it talking, because I feel like I'm getting answers.
Anyway, Natalie is going to be staying at my house for the next week, so I'm looking forward to taking her out every day. We're making plans for basically every breathing moment.
More to say but I'll write it all later.
Merry Christmas!