I promise I wasn’t lying. I had to skim parts of Grace for continuity and realized I kind of had to change the premise. Good news is it won’t be a one shot?
Since They changed Philosopher’s Stone to Sorcerer’s Stone for America, I decided to change the rest since us American’s are too dumb to understand the word philosopher:
Harry Potter and The Whisper Snake Place
Harry Potter and That Mean Jail Man
Harry Potter and The Hot Cup
Harry Potter and The Bird Club
Harry Potter and The Guy With Only Some Blood
Harry Potter and Death
it all makes sense now
Anonymous asked: I wish I could believe in God like you do.
I am not sure how to answer this but I so wish we could sit across from one another and have a latte and just talk. One thing I think we can agree on is that everyone has a story; I have one and you do as well. I think listening is just as important as speaking. Though your message wasn’t a question (and I could be wrong), I feel like you are asking me something all the same: how do I believe in God? why do I believe in God?
It’s also been experience that whenever someone says something like you wrote, they are in deeply wounded or in pain. I can relate…I too have been deeply wounded and in pain.
Is God a comfort to me? Yes. I grew up in a home that went to church on Sundays; it was very much a part of our identity and culture. I always believed in God but it was never very personal. I mostly felt like God was watching me and pretty bummed out with all the mistakes he had made in making me. I remember feeling that way since I was very little.
In high school, I was going through a really hard time because of a few different things (I’m sure you can understand why I cannot go into details here but if you message me through an account, we could talk). God literally reached into my life and saved it. I’m not even speaking from a christian pov but quite literally.
From then on, my relationship became personal. He wasn’t disapproving of the “mistake” he made. He loved me. He had a plan for me. He knew the numbers of hairs on my head. I figured if he knew me so well and loved me enough to sacrifice his son, he was worth getting to know.
Since I decided to get to know him I wish I could tell you: oh yeah, life’s been totally fantastic. I would be the biggest liar. Life actually blew up pretty fantastically in my face a couple of different times–be it with my family, my health, or other major issues. Sometimes I’ve been angry at him but because of that moment in high school (when he literally saved my life and and again, I’m not speaking in terms of Christianity. I do mean literally) I’ve continued to believe (I prefer to say that I have a relationship with him)…so I continued to have a relationship with God. Oh, man. We wrestled over a lot of things. I struggled so often to trust him. But I kept going back to that moment from high school.
Glad things are settled for you, welcome back! :)
Thanks! But I think settled is wayyyyyyyyy too strong of a word for the situation. Consider me dipping my toes in again. Life is still very, very, very, very full and unsettled. A lot of things need to fall into place.
Coming soon…as in imminently…as in I have to proofread it but it’s too late at night so it has to be done tomorrow.
Starting a reread of AGYK. Ready to get back into the swing of things. Also received the loveliest prompt for a Grace short story. The point is a large chunk of my life is settled and I’m probably back.