Saturday, July 13, 2013 at deVille Coffee
I knew when I invited God into my life, and the equation, I was making a mistake, but I didn’t know who else to ask. I know that sounds crazy, but times were tough and I was desperate and God wasn’t doing anything that night and all my other friends were busy or incommunicado. So. We made it work, him and me, me and God, trying to find it all out, trying to make it all work. I became a church person. A church girl who didn’t care about the air-condition malfunction, or the pigeons that made their way inside it every single time. I knew it was a mistake, but at the time, it was everything to me. God’s not the best listener, I warn you. He’s always listening to a million conversations at once and that does not make me feel special.