When I am depress I forget why I am here. I forget my purpose. The word of God. I started speaking to God and about God from an early age. I knew as long as he was on my side I could of gotten away with anything.

I started believing he loved me, like around three. My cousins were all Hindu and used to make fun of me. My dad introduced me to God and Christ. He told me about what Christ did and about God I was hooked. I started to believe in Him and me as his special Angel. When I was little, no one could really put me down, my faith in him was unbreakable and it still is as an adult. Although all the pain I have gone through, all the tears. My faith in him is unbreakable and when people give me the chance I spread his message, sometimes unknowingly & sometimes knowingly.

I remember the first person I spread his message too. I was about 4 or 5 and I had this adult female friend who lost both her parents. Well divine little me said, " Don't worry you got a Father and Mother in Heaven who loves you."

As an adult, a part of me wants to share his message again and I do try. I am pleasant to talk too, as he as commanded me. I am not selfish nor do I demand to much attention. When I was on my other site just now and the chance to share is word again really reminds at times I can be to unforgiving even with my own self.

One thing I have known as a child and will continue to know as an adult is that God truly loves those that don't know him. It those him messengers come too, we don't come to the healthy or those that might know his word. We come to the sick and those that don't. I have forgotten how much I love sharing his word, it is a part of me. It has always been a part of me. The stubborn side that refuses to put anyone above him and patient in his word, and in him.

For those without strong belief in him. There is never a time to late to believe.