The Most Important Relationship In My Life

When something bad happens to you, what's the first thing you say?

"Oh My God"

That's not a coincidence people.

That phrase is used so frequently among people that I think some might even forget that they are even using God's name in the sentence. In 8th grade, I was one of those people. Sure, I was baptized Catholic and my parents took me to church whenever I didn't have softball games but I didn't really have a relationship with God. Of course I believed in him, I just didn't understand where I stood with him. If that even makes any sense. So at 13, I started going to my neighborhood church group with a bunch of my friends from middle school. It definitely helped me understand the Lord in a more casual manner and I started to relate with some verses in the Bible. But I was still unclear of my relationship with God, simply because there was so many things I couldn't understand. I wanted to understand, I was trying to understand but my 13-year old brain couldn't wrap my head around some of the concepts that were being taught to me.

So I strayed away. I became extremely busy in life with all the wrong things. They weren't necessarily terrible things they were just things that aren't as important as I thought they were. I remember starting high school and being so concerned about what other people thought of me instead of focusing on the only relationship that should matter to me. My relationship with God. But that's easy to do, right? It's hard not to be consumed with life on earth because that is all we physically know this very second. So we treat life down here like it's the only thing were ever going to experience, when it's not. Life on earth is no comparison to eternal life we get when we leave this place.

But back in 2007, I didn't know that.

So you fast-forward a couple years and I am 15-years old. I have a boyfriend (which seems like the biggest deal in the world when your that age haha) and I feel like I'm finally starting to figure myself out. Until I break my neck. The paramedics put me in the ambulance to transport me to the hospital. Where I am forced to ride alone because only your family is allowed to ride with you and mine wasn't with me at the time. So no friends, no boyfriend, nobody. Just me. Scared and alone.

Or so I thought.

I couldn't breathe. I just remember in between gasping for air, thinking in my head, is this it for me? Am I going to die today? I just closed my eyes and everything was white. Not just hospital room white, like pearly shiny white. It was a color so beautiful I had never seen it before. I just laid there and felt an overwhelming surge of a mixture between energy and love, I really don't know how else to explain it. But it was there, when I thought I was alone. It wasn't some weird epiphany or outer body experience. I woke up and I was alive. I wasn't alone and I wasn't scared anymore.

Was I ready to go to heaven that day? I didn't think so. But it's not up to me to choose what happens to me. I think that's where so many people go wrong in life is when they think everything that happens to them is simply up to them. I thought the same thing once and I am living proof that you couldn't be more wrong. It's easy to get caught up in materialistic things on Earth because it's all you know. But when push comes to shove and you need somebody, he is the only one that you will always be able to rely on. Forever.

Some people doubt God when bad things happen to them. They loose sight of his love for them. God's love is the only thing that kept me down here on Earth that day. He is the reason we are all down here today.

You don't need to physically see to believe in something bigger than yourself.

Xoxo,

A Guy's Girl