19. On Faith

11/11/08

When I was little I believed in God.

When I was a teenager, I was a Christian.

Now, if I weigh up the evidence, consider the arguments, it makes no sense.

But deep down inside in the core of me, I know that there is a god. Not necessarily as described on the tin. But there; and He cares and He listens.

So, when times are hard I find myself praying. Not kneeling, not with hands together and eyes closed. But thinking to Someone.

That's what I'm doing now, that's what I've been doing all night.
I can't stand another day of this.
And I don't want to have to step through that door without being told it's OK.

They will tell us. It's definitely 10 days now.
If there was a problem, they'd tell us.