The Life of Glory

I left Christianity. I was angry at this idea that "all things were possible for me" except obeying/pleasing God. I was also angry at how I was treated in churches time and again. To me, there was no difference between what they called "the world" and Christians. To me, the "non believers" in my life were the genuine people who actually cared about me. That was when I embarked on the greatest journey of my life. After a year of trying (and failing) to be an atheist, I decided to give God one last chance. One last chance to prove himself to me because, frankly, He wouldn't stop talking to me . In novels, on television shows, everywhere I looked I was reminded of verses that spoke too accurately to my thoughts. I apparently didn't even need to pick up a Bible with all the years I had spent reading and studying it. But God didn't save people from treating other people like shit. This was the heart of my problem. Everywhere I looked in Christia

Having NES I have learned that little things are what matter the most. A beautiful day. Time with friends and family. Hot tea on a chilly Spring morning on the front porch. The little Robin that visits my yard every summer. Dinner out with people I love. The last major seizure I had lasted more than two hours and cost me my desk job. I hid in the bathroom hoping it wouldn't happen and found myself laying on the floor with my head bouncing off the floor. According to my co-workers, I was gone for over an hour before they even found me and the seizure was still not over. I convulsed at intervals, unable to move or even lift my head intentionally. I got fired two days later because I couldn't work for more than a few hours at a time as I recovered from the physical ordeal that is a non-epileptic seizure. In fact, that seizure set me so far back that I had to stop hiking for a year . No matter how well you do most of the time, when NES knocks you down and it takes you