When God hands you God

The day that:

I finally realized You were who my parents always said You were.

I let go of culture, my sense of right and wrong, and the loop holes to my sense of right and wrong.

I surrendered.

I took my first real breath.

On that day, everything I ever knew was smashed to pieces, and I began to rebuild myself with You in the center.

It never made sense, but I never felt this sure about anything before that day.