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  • Sometimes I miss God.
    I went through the usual stages. I believed, when I was younger. I was so sure. I knew. I was baptized again at the age of twelve. Born again. I had nothing to say into the microphone or to the Lord when I came out of the water.
    Then I began to doubt. I questioned. I tried to find inconsistencies. No one could tell me what Faith was. No one could tell me who or what God was.
    The feeling of surety began to fade. Soon, I felt nothing. Not a hint, not a spark. Soon, I wasn’t sure about anything. The feelings in my head, the colors I could see and feel were gone.
    I fell, but I always cried out to Him. Always reached for that feeling of connection, that comfort. When I did not feel it, my whole world darkened. My whole being ground to a slow and painful halt.......
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