Something just occurred to me tonight. The thing that broke me out of my spell where I was the most-convinced man on Earth there was no God was gratitude. I got myself into a situation completely of my own making, but it actually led to one of the greatest blessings of my life: this apartment I now live in. And the way things worked out leading to me getting this apartment made absolutely zero logical sense to me. And so after that, I started questioning my own beliefs, all of them, as I am wont to do on a semi-regular basis. Because that was magic. That was a miracle. I was in a situation where I thought my life was over, and it led to one of the greatest blessings of my life.

I’m packaging this for easier consumption but there are a lot of factors in all of this that made it self-evident to me that not only was there a God, but all those decades when I was convinced there wasn’t? He was still there the entire time guiding me toward the ultimate truth. More patient and forgiving than any of us probably imagine we deserve, but truly all of us do. We are all God. Everyone and everything. We are holy beings dwelling in a holy realm!