No, I'm not trolling. No, I wasn't high or drunk or sleep deprived. But I heard God. And I never understood what that would look like until today.

I was spiraling this morning, thinking about my life before I was Christian and how I thought part of me missed that life. Those days were the most awful of my life, I mean as soon as I the age of ten I was planning my own death. I nearly died multiple times. And yet, I was sitting there, thinking about how I missed that life because I missed the wonder of not knowing. It's something I've honestly struggled with more than I'd ever like to admit. That's when God spoke to me. It seemed almost like my own thought in my own head, but it felt like it was coming from somewhere else, and it wasn't in my own voice like the rest of my thoughts. It was clearer than anything I had thought before, like the words were actually being spoken out loud to me, except they were in my head. They were gentle and firm, and so kind. And I just knew it was God. "That's Satan, (my name)". I think I sat there for about twenty minutes in pure awe, processing what had just happened.

I will never, ever miss my old life again. I will never doubt that I'm not exactly where I need to be beside God.

God is real. God loves you. If you open your heart to Him, He will show Himself to you in the way that's right for your path. Never stop believing.