03/07/2026
I spent most of my life in disbelief when it came to God and spirituality.
Not because I hated the idea of goodness.
But because I struggled with one thing:
If God forgives everyone…
then that means He also forgives the people who hurt me.
For a long time that felt impossible to accept.
But along the way I learned something that changed everything for me.
Don’t worry about my sins.
When we get there, God isn’t going to ask you about mine.
Just worry about yours.
When that truth finally settled in, something shifted.
I realized I didn’t have to carry the weight of judging everyone else.
Their story isn’t mine to solve. Their sins aren’t mine to measure.
My responsibility is much simpler — and much harder.
To look at myself.
To ask whether I’m learning.
Whether I’m growing.
Whether I’m becoming someone who can walk through this world with more understanding and less anger.
And when I run into something I don’t understand — anger, hate, injustice, pain — I stop and ask a simple question:
What do I really know?
Most of the time the honest answer is:
Nothing.
So I give it to God.
My path to faith wasn’t a sudden conversion.
It was a process.
Disbelief led to observation.
Observation led to realizations.
Realizations led to internalization.
And internalization led to practice.
And practice slowly turned into something that feels a lot like reality.
I’m still learning.
But life became much lighter the day I stopped trying to judge the whole world…
and started working on the only soul I’m actually responsible for.
My own.
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