I discovered that God, my Father, had a me-sized hole in his heart. A place I perfectly. He was waiting for me waiting all this time. When I abide with Him, everything makes sense. I can watch chaos outside as a witness and not as participant. I am no longer subject to the madness of this world.

Growing up, I didn’t really belong anywhere. I mean, I lived in a house with people. But, our existence was more like a bad movie that never ended. Whatever the rules of Being, there seemed no order, peace, or well-being in that house. Obligation without reward, seems fitting description of misery.

There is a war going on for my soul. One side gives love – the Adversary steals it. One side seeks truth and my well-being, the other imposes his own damnation on me. Misery- without hope of happiness.

What a privilege to be given the intimate knowledge of existence, exploring the nature of good and evil, and the ability to choose who I will be. Whose purposes will I serve?

I choose to dwell with my Father, God, Who is Love.