This Is Why I Believe In God


I don’t believe because I’m afraid of dying and I like the idea of heaven. Don’t get me wrong, I’d be lying if I didn’t say the afterlife insurance wasn’t a super sweet benefit, but it has no bearing on my beliefs.

I don’t believe because I’m desperate for love. I am surrounded by love. Overwhelmed by it. My cup is overflowing with respect, care, appreciation, and shared joy.

I don’t believe to fit in. I’ve never been one to go with the tide, but I’ve also never been one to go against it. Ergo, I don’t believe to rebel.

My love for Him is personal. It’s my anchor to peace and harmony. His love for me is my roadmap and my umbrella. I will never lose my way, because my way is His way. I will never be beyond my wits end, because His love knows no boundaries.

Is my life perfect? No. Am I perfect? Far from it. Do I constantly struggle with earthly desires? You betcha. Have I promised to let Him have control, but then kept a firm grip on my life, because I am afraid of what I can’t see? More times than I’d like to admit. And this is why I believe.

I believe because I’m imperfect, I am also wonderfully made. I believe because I know my weaknesses are covered by His unconditional grace. I believe because my smile, my compassion, my humor, my pleasant disposition is not from me, but a gift from Him. I believe because He gave me parents, sisters, friends, and teachers to help me, guide me, and all the while show me glimpses of His love.  

I would never condemn someone for not believing. I would never trick him to understand. I will respect her no matter the decisions she makes. For He loves, so will I. That’s why I believe.

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