When I go to church, I am in the presence of God. I’m not there because my parents make me go—I’m there because my soul knows it is good for me. By now, I know that I am a person of faith, and I believe in the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I know that somewhere beyond time and space is a paradise known as heaven.
To me, it feels almost impossible for there not to be a supernatural force that created the universe and loves each creation. Don’t get me wrong—after being alive for 12 years, I’m not oblivious to suffering. But I still know, or at least I think I know, that the world is founded on love. Even though not everyone acts kind or loving, and despite that some people still don’t believe in God, I believe that the love is still present.