No, I’m not the Creator. But I am a creator.
I love that the God of the Universe created, well, the universe, and then the universe in turn creates things ourselves. Blows my mind.
As mentioned in my last post, I’ve basically been observing since the day I was wheeled from the hospital room. Being an observer has always been engrained in me, and I’ve got 23 (soon to be 24) journals to prove it.
As for being a struggler: this is a relatively newer facet of my life. By “relatively newer,” I mean to say that the first 12 years of my life was about as blessed and stress-free a decade as one could imagine. Comparing those first 12 years with these last 12, I thank God for the wonderful childhood I experienced. read more . . .