Sometimes I wish I believed in God. Sometimes it would be nice to say a little prayer and everything be okay. A few words and there would be this invisible force field around my loved ones and no harm would come to them. There would be rainbows and butterflies.
Sometimes I wish I believed in God. Sometimes it would be nice to have answers. Any situation and I would have a cute little saying. Let go and let God. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
But the truth is that I do not believe in God. A few words spoken to an ethereal deity will not make me feel better. Will not produce sunshine and rainbows. Will not keep my loved ones safe.
I am glad I do not believe in God. I take responsibility for my own actions. I do not fear judgement. I do not pass judgement because some holy text tells me to. I do not wonder what happens when I die. I am not limited by what some religion believes are my limits.
I believe that this, too, shall pass.