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My Faith

I believe in God. My spirituality and understanding is deeper and more complex than I have ever shared.  Even as a child I knew there was a life before being brought into this world. If I shared my story, most people would put me in the "crazy" category. With that being said, it's hard for me not to be an honest person. I believe in sin, I believe we need to live honestly with oneself. Your spiritual gain should be what is close to your heart and soul. Nobody should take that away from you. 


I honestly believe most people are good and honest. Even with demons they may thrive to be better in every way possible. I may be a little naive to this thought process but looking into someones eyes can tell you a lot about one's soul. I believe being one of God's children we are here and allowed to falter and make mistakes as long as you can acknowledge your own mis halves because nobody is perfect.
No halo shines brighter than reflecting on being your true self. 

I don't necessarily follow the doctrine of my religion. I was raised Catholic and although I do enjoy Mass and some of the teachings of the religion, it's just not in my blood to have certain things hover over my spiritual self worth.  

I do enjoy listening to Pope Francis. He has definitely been a more outspoken spiritual leader and also has reflection of the truth on following god, Jesus christ and his teachings. He may be the leader of one the biggest religion in the world but he also reminds us that we are all human and we are all the children of God. 

My faith during this life is for me. The sin I carry with me, I also repent so I continue my own personal endeavors to continue to be true and honest to the one I call God. I am not a religious fanatic and I do not carry the "holier than thou complex". I come with an open mind and open heart. I know my God will forgive me for I am his child. This I can be at peace with. 


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