A change

So as word gets around so does God. I think I knew that when I needed him most, so close to giving up but saying that I'll hold on, I am again sheltered by his loving arms.

Tonight I went to a friends house and I learned the 'foundation' of Christianity. Before walking into the house almost everything seemed daunting. The idea of being a Christian was something to fear. This is where I change.

Change. A word I absolutely hate. I have never in my life changed for anybody. Ever. And I pity the people who become who other people want them to be. I'll congratulate you for becoming someone who you never intended to be. Change cannot be avoided, it's inevitable. Things always change. And now, I was about to change.

But changing wasn't for anybody. This is for God.

I wrote a poem the other day describing the walk to the altar, the same altar that changed my world and soon after...changed me. "The altar alters my world, the altar alters all I know."
That night marked my belief in God, Jesus Christ and the holy spirit. However, it did not mark my religious status. This was merely an acknowledgment.

Now, I have accepted Christianity as the life I lead. The lifestyle that has doused over me. Before I only saw restrictions...earthly restrictions. Heavenly thoughts only came afterwards. I suppose the 'heavenly thinking' is what I longed for, and as of tonight, had received. But I do enjoy rambling on about the world I live in. How can't I? It was made to be a wonder.