I think I might have had a conversation with God. Now, now, now, don't go rolling your eyes or moving onto another page. I'm not crazy, nor am I going to be all preachy.
But I think the Holy Spirit sent me a message, in the form of an old man walking around the track. But hey, Divinity comes in all shapes and sizes. I wasn't really thinking about religion when I started talking to him, and suddenly there I was, listening to a man in sweat pants tell me about how we need to pray to be born again and how heaven isn't outside of ourselves; it's inside each and everyone of us.
And then he said something that completely floored me. He said, "No one can judge you. You just keep on loving people and doing what you do. Only God can judge. All the rest don't matter." He couldn't have known that is a constant worry of mine, nor could he have realized how much those words effected me, set me free.
It could very well be some sort of coincidence, but I prefer to think it was some kind of Wonderful.
God bless you, Jeff. You've helped me more than you know.
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