I believe in God. Nothing in this world makes sense without believing in him. Hearing in class that God is a “holy mystery” but not as a “problem to be solved” but as a “truth to be revered” makes my belief even stronger.
Life isn’t always joyful but my faith helps me each day. My mother died when I was 18. I remember the pain and heartache from it. During the funeral when the casket was brought in, my father leaned over and whispered “remember that isn’t your mother anymore. What makes her, her, is her soul and it is with God. She isn’t