It’s 8:11 on December 27. I don’t know what has happened to me, nor do I understand this feeling, but a peace has come to me, and I’m listing to mercy I can only imagine. I haven’t been into the gospel since my grandfather past away five years ago; he was a missionary Baptist preacher and he and my grandma pretty much raised me. But I feel some type of hope, peace, and security at the moment, and this is such a wonderful feeling. I think I might even break down and go to church on Wednesday. What comes to my head is where was God when I needed him? Then I realize he was always there. I was the one who walked away, wow this is bringing tears to my eyes writing this, and to the people who don’t believe in this, I’m sorry. There is a god of your choice, I love you all.