And all the day we hunted and nothing we could find,
but a book containing the word of god,
and I dare not leave it behind.

One year. Happy anniversary to me. I still remember when I was a Wesley Acres and I was in chapel and I was thinking about how sick I felt and how much being there wasn't my cup of tea. I still remember the night, clear as crystal, when I yelled at a crowd of people. Best night of my life as of yet and not soon to change.
I think it was called an altar call; when people come up and share what they've done, felt or learned in the time they've been in the presence of God. I must've been one of the last ones t to go up and speak my piece and I didn't feel so good about it at the time. I decided to go up and give a shot and see what I had to say. What I said came strangely natural and I didn't have the normal stage fright that usually overcomes me when I get up in front of an audience. I thanked everyone for being there and shoving me through everything. I dunno why I said it but felt like the right thing to say at the time. I meant to say god rocks but I ended up yelling it at the top of my lungs. I put down the microphone when I said it for sake of not blowing the speakers. It felt so right.
It still feels right and I still feel like I could go and feel it all again. I feel some if it tonight. There's no crowd and no one to hear me scream but I still feel like I'm there. I've never felt better.
I'm still here and still Christian and still working my way through the pages of wisdom rules and guidance but I don't feel alone doing it. I know God's here with me and he's lookin' at me and he's saying, "hey, he didn't turn out so bad did he?" I still could scream but I'll just say it, "God rocks guys."

-Have faith and chill