What I am, and what I want to be
As I look in the mirror in my room, I see a sinner. I sin on a daily basis. Most of the time, I shrug it off. But every now and then, I think. I think about Heaven and Hell. "I'm going to Hell." I say automatically to the chubby blonde haired blue eyed girl staring back at me. I'm bi. My faith fades, a lot. I hardly pray. I curse. I`m friends with a Wiccan. I think, 'God doesn`t want us to suffer, but look at all the poor people suffering while he just watches.' Plus think about it, why do we sleep in church, but stay awake through a 2 hour movie? Why is it so hard to talk about God, But so easy to Gossip? Why are we so bored when we look at a Christian magazine, but find it easy to read Playboy? Why is it so easy to ignore a Godly Facebook Wall Post, yet we repost the nasty ones? Why are churches getting smaller, but bars and clubs are growing? I know God loves me, but he has a funny way of showing it. When I pray, nothing happens. But now I say, I love you God, and I'm sorry for breaking your heart so many times.