NOT AN EVOLUTIONARY SCIENCE EXPERIMENT - GOD'S AND GOD'S ONLY

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These days, I am realizing that we are believers, simply because we chose to believe. It's beyond human and logical comprehension. 


Just two days ago, I sat down to examine the chaos that has been my life and it just dawned on me that I can name a thousand reasons why God should not make sense to me. I even saw a video on TikTok where a former fervent Christian itemized dozens of reasons why she stopped believing in God and I cannot lie to you, she made very valid points. I have seen people lose faith because of loss and pain. I have even had moments where I held my faith to light and questioned the potency of it. 


I don't even know why I am making this post, if not to tell you that I have tasted a life where my faith in God was not the center of my being and I felt like a fish out of water. When I say faith, I am not talking about organized or performative religion. I am not even talking about being a churchgoer or posting scriptures on the internet - I am talking about the fierce and unflinching belief that there is a God, and that God knows exactly who you are by perfect love, purpose, and design. I cannot even rationalize it to you, I just know I am not an evolutionary science experiment or a product of the big bang theory. I chose to believe that I come from a perfect entity who gave life to the nullity of this world. It's easier that way. 


Belief is powerful, it helps you power through. For some people, it helps them make sense of grief - to understand that a person they care about, has found peace in a place that is beyond this world. It can be a painful, yet hopeful thing. For me, it is in my heartbeat. As I breathe I know it, as I wake, I know it, as I move and love and grief and cry, I know it. I know there is a supreme being and He exists beyond my intellect or contradictions. It's almost like a burden. I have not been able to pray or study the word as I would like to lately, but today I did, and I just found myself shouting, 'God you are so real, it hurts.'  Not that His existence is hurting me, no. It's just… I am fresh off a sea of doubt and this sudden wash of truth that has overwhelmed me feels surgical to my heart. 


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A series of events led up to this, but one of them is my writing. I feel more like a child of God when I write. It doesn't matter what I am writing about, it can be murder, sex, love, or history. I just feel like a god when I turn letters into stories and sentences. 


I don't pretend when I write to God.


I say - hey God I don't trust you today because I am tired of life, help my unbelief.

I say - God, I am horny for no reason and if this body is truly the temple you say it is, help me worship my way out of this raging desire.

I say - God, I am jealous of my friends' progress, teach me to be happy for them, for I am not a witch.

I say - God, I don't like my body today, why didn't you create me without extra skin?

I say - God, I am not one of your strongest soldiers, is it not enough to bleed every month, why not take this severe pain away?

I say - God, representation matters,  some people make serving you look like suffer head, I need more examples of your fervent daughters & sons enjoying this life.

I say - God,  am I a rebel for believing that men and women are equal?


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This type of honesty keeps me grounded. Because I am baring my heart in its broken and contrite form and you know what God does with a heart like this. He balms it with answers and courage and hope and love. I don't have all my answers yet, but what I have is peace, that I am led by light. That  I am on a journey with the God of all heavens and earth and my answers are in the number of steps I am ready to take with this God. 


This post is already too long. I just came here to say that if your faith is failing start with honesty, no matter how brutal, God can take it. Don't pretend because you don't want to look like a bad person or question God. Tell him exactly how you feel. It's therapeutic to talk to God. God would meet you exactly where you are. 


I have more to say. But later. Talk to me in the comments. 


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10 comments

  1. Lovely blog post❤️
    Exactly. We don’t have all the answers and that’s make it better in a way. That’s what makes it a strong belie. You don’t know a lot but trusting Him to led you somewhere full of love and postivity

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  2. Roseline’s it’s valentina o. They’re not allowing me to comment as meπŸ˜…

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  3. Wowww this is so true... yesterday I was feeling overwhelmed I reacted in a way I was not meant to react...I regret my actions tho but I just had to talk to God about it. Yes He corrected me but did not judged me.
    I feel so comfortable talking to God!

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  4. God representation matters, I felt that on a deep deep level. I love how you write

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  5. Such a poetic write up. Love the part on honesty with God – the only one to whom we can just let it all out without any self-censorship, hard man or tough woman. Knowledge of a realm, of something, of somewhere, of someone beyond here, beyond our mortality helps us wade through the pain of flawed genetics, a financially poor background, a pathological character and the uncertainty of life.

    Thank you Roseline.

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    1. Yes! Without self-censorship!!!! Thank you so much for reading πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“

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  6. Beautiful Roseline, just beautiful.

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