
I am not just a moral person who completes her churchly duties once a week and follows the code of religious decorum. I have no desire to solely go through religious motions, learning who God is and believing He exists (the devil himself even concludes that); rather I aspire to truly know Him. I crave a relationship with Him, and I desire my kids to come to know Him the way that I do. He is my best friend. The One I cried to when my earthly best friend was taken from me by cancer and other loved ones passed away. The One I voice my complaints to about hurt feelings, corrupt politics, and Christians who love not and judge ignorantly (to name a few). The One who helps me see the good in the darkest of situations and in the most loathsome of people. He is my hope when there seems to be none and my faith when nothing makes sense.