repetition DOES NOT work

"I know you exist, Show me you exist"
"I know you exist, Show me you exist"
"I know you exist, Show me you exist"


God. Exists. Its a simple concept, really. Something (someone?) greater than myself made everything around me. Made me. Made me in his image. Made me...perfect?

But thats just where I get hung up. Doesnt it make more sense that humanity just...happened? We exist simply because we do. No more, no less. We are millions of atoms made into specialized cells (blah, blah, blah, biology, biology, biology, boring, boring, boring.)

There. Has. Got. To. Be. More.

Theres a reason I'm alive. Theres a reason I WANT to know and love Jesus.

Only, I cant find it. I cant find him. For the past two weeks I've been walking around muttering the same mantra to. "I know you exist, Show me you exist" I guess its just not that easy.

SO: How did you find Jesus? What made him real to you? I'll read anything, go anywhere (with financial exception), do anything. I need some help.

Comment the blog, email me (sarah.ruth.wylie@gmail.com), tweet me(@twindsurah), whatever. I am open to ideas.

"someone come and, someone come and save my life...maybe i'll sleep when I am dead but now its like the night is taking sides."


In love, Sarah.

Well, hurro there, eternity. Nice to see you.

I don't know Jesus. 

I'd like to say that I do, and admitting that I don't is actually really hard, but let's be honest here. I'm not even sure God exists. So, in an effort to save my sanity (and perhaps my soul?) I'll take this chance to find out who that hairy (kinda skinny) guy on the cross was, and what he means to me. I don't know what I'll learn, but stick with me, and strap in. I'm sure it will be a bumpy ride.

In love, Sarah.