March 17, 2015
One thing that a lot of people ask me is if I believe in God.
It's such a strange question. For one, it implies that it's important to know if someone else believes in God. Also, it's a very personal question. I feel that belief is something that shouldn't have to be shared with others.
But yes, I do believe in God.
I remember the day that I first believed. It was sometime after my mother had told me the inspiring story about my father.
Anyway, I'd been standing on the balcony of the apartment Mom and I used to live at when I felt a gentle breeze caress my face.
I heard a crow cawing from atop a nearby tree immediately afterward as well as the flapping of wings overhead. I felt the humidity that warned of impending rain.
I blinked rapidly, wondering if I was wrong about my prediction. It hadn't rained where we lived for the past year or so. I had to be wrong, I thought to myself.
It was scary, in a way.
The day had been so clear, so blue and cloudless one moment. The very next, or so it seemed, it was overcast and I felt a breeze that made my eyes fly wide open.
I could practically smell water, as insane as that sounds.
A part of me was terrified of this feeling. A part of me had no idea what was going on.
Another part of me breathed in and out and felt truly alive for the first time.
I guess I just feel like the personal connection I share with God is something that I treasure. Some things in life are best kept secret. That's why this is just between me and you, Diary.
Author's Note: Thank you to anyone who has come this far in reading this story. I really like the character of Tohru and I hope I'm staying at least somewhat true to her character. I won't lie and say I haven't changed her character somewhat because I know I have.
