GOD.

when i was little i used to think about heaven alot. about living in a place where buildings were made out of pearls and gold, and there was no ground, be we floated on clouds with the help of feather-light wings. Golden halos cushioned our heads, and God was your best friend, and you were someones gaurdian angel. I also used to think about hell. fire, devil. that was all i could think of. when i was little, i tried my best to reach heaven, and avoid hell. But i barely thought about God. and today at confession, father x told me not to lose faith in God, and trust Jesus. He told me to go back to my roots, go back to my family. Ask God to strengthen my faith. He asked me to pray for him. I cried. I cried and cried and said Jesus i trust in you, while i thought about all these experiences, where God graced me, and how im soo grateful he brought the people he did into my life. and somehow i started thinking about heaven, and i thought, what is heaven and i remembered how i used to perceive it. i dont know, thought i would just put it out there

Thankyou Father X, im sorry i never knew your name.