Praying

I am going to post something really really deep. Yes, I am going to post about God.

Growing up (I'm still growing), I have never actually gone to church on a regular basis. In Toronto, it's quite rare to find anyone that actually goes to church. Hence, the term "God" didn't have as much of an impact on my life. When I moved to the US however, left and right there were people talking about God and about our "Holy Lord" as if He was the center of their lives. Naturally, I was very confused. 9 years of "No-God" and BAM! God!

It has only come to my mind recently to pray to God. For a while a few weeks ago, I've started praying before I go to bed. I would sit on my bed, on my knees and pray. At first, I would pray that my friends would be safe on vacation and make it home safely. I would thank God about the lucky things that I have in my life.

Then I became selfish and started praying about what I wanted or didn't want to have.

I prayed that I would see Dan one last time in Barracudas and that he would be safe on his vacation or if he was sick, he would get better. (He and his brothers were out for nearly a week.) And the next day at barracudas... he was there. Just him. His brothers weren't there... but he was. I was really surprised but happy.

I got food poisoning in Toronto a few days ago. My dad and I were eating at this seafood restaurant with his friend. After... well... I was throwing up (really badly), having mild diarrhea (but still needing to go), and just felt really sick. What's worse, we went to the CN Tower that night, and I felt so sick I couldn't even stand for very long. I didn't get to go on the glass floor. Sorry Jack... I think I still have a fear of heights. We were going to stay and go to Marineland the day after, but I was so sick... We went straight home. On the way, I felt sick again. My stomach hurt so much! The pain is indescribable (someone check spelling... nevermind. I don't care.) We stopped at a parking lot. I prayed that I would feel better. I didn't want to feel that bad. My dad found medicine in his bag, and after I swallowed it, I felt much better and fell asleep. We stayed at the parking lot for the night.

And for so long, I was praying that wouldn't get Mrs. Camp. Praying so much... and today, I found out that I don't have her!

After a lot of praying and things that happened, I must say that I am lucky. I'm so glad that God listened to my prayers. Or perhaps it was as fate would have it...

The thing is, I've been thinking. A lot of people believe in God and have an image of Him, but He can't look like how everyone thinks! Or else He'd look like a smudged puddle. I'm certain that God does not look like a smudged puddle.

That's why I have a theory... Everyone has their own God. Because even though if the stereotypical God is magical, I doubt that He can listen to all of our prayers and curses (sorry, but I'm sure it happens!) at the same time. Even though my theory may not be true, I guess it's what I believe in. Each God is different, because each person is different. I'm so glad that my God listens to me and judges for me. I am happy.

Well... that's my deepness of the day. Sorry. =|