That time God Responded, when I felt alone
Although I’m not Catholic - I went to a Catholic school as a kid in elementary. I’m not particularly religious. My mom is Christian and my Nana (her mom) I would say is very much a child of the lord - she is filled with faith and is the sweetest thing. I however have had a number of unexplained experiences in my life to make me fully believe that the Heavenly Father / God / He / She exists. I usually very often refer to God as my Dad/ Spiritual Dad. If something blesses me in life, I will look to the heavens and say, “Thanks!” Now, DAD / God to me is a very busy Dad with billions of children to watch over. I don’t pray a lot because I just feel like I don’t want to take up any valuable voicemail space. I just do my best to be a good person and independent child of God. I also say the guardian angels prayer a lot and regard them as spiritual siblings. There was one time... In 2004-2005... my mom took me on a impromptu trip back to Malaysia and Brunei. It felt like a - 'you should pa