Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Journey...

I've been avoiding confession for a while now,
I finally went the other day.
Even though it took me like 5 minutes to start,
I blurted it all out eventually.

As they always are, the priest was quiet and kept looking forward.
I could see his faint outline behind the screen.

Confession would always scare me as a child, I'd rarely done anything wrong so I'd work myself up into this panic, then eventually have to lie about doing something wrong and then confess to the lie I'd just told. It seems so silly now, but it still always worries me.

I don't often have reason to go and haven't been for over a year, but this time it felt like I was getting some things off my chest and thinking about it now, I realise that's what it's really for.
Even though I cried and was a bit emotional, I feel much better now.

There's something so comforting about religion, even though people have used it to cause a lot of trouble around the world. To think there is someone with you all the time no matter what religion you follow, especially when bad things are happening to you or even for when you're just lonely, is such a nice thought.

I always remember when I was little right after I got out of hospital, one of my teachers told me that story about footprints in the sand...

So when they looked back on their life they said to God, you were always there for me, except when I needed you most, see, look, there was only one set of footprints in the sand through all the bad times in my life.
God said.. That is when I carried you.


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