Proverbs 11:31
31 If the righteous receive their due on earth,
how much more the ungodly and the sinner!
With the Blessing of God, I shall be the Light of the Lord throughout all the world. And by His Hand I have His gift
to smite sinners and the Devil himself.
It was said that the Sun rose higher than anyone can remember the day I was born. Creation sang in the absence of my
screaming. They said I was as quiet as Christ, but I can almost taste the sing of my skin as sin and air became my most unholy
rapture.
I dont remember much until I was older. My parents said my name was given to me by God Himself. "From the light into
my arms" my mother would always say to me.
I 've always been drawn to the light, thats where i could hear her the best.
I remember my mother repermending me for staying in the sun for too long, said it would make me sick and tired. I never
feared either. God was with me no demon could touch me. It was dusk that I feared.
The world captured in a cloak of oozing unknown. The Sun on its way knowing we can make it. through the night. He gave
us the food and warmth we needed until he came again. But its hard to watch him leave when you are not sure what is comming.
I knew what ngiht brought, dinner, a story, then bed. Everyone stayed inside at night, all but the sinners and devils
as my mother would say. Sometimes I ccould hear our neighbors laughing wildly and my father would tell me to pray even louder.
Prayer was always my mothers first respons and my fathers last. My mother said it was what I was best at. I know I should
be humble but I enjoyed praying. I felt more free and powerful, praise to God, then I ever felt running through the feilds.
And I always knew what to pray for and how to make ti come true.
In prayer I would talk to God's Saints and Angel's. Some would talk some would just nod but they never looked like the
windows at Church protrayed them to. Some would look like rocks some would look like people and some were just clouds. But
there are hundreds of them all around us. My favorite was always Sophia.
My preist said there was no Saint Sophia and I should stop such childish pranks. God has no time nor place for children
that lie. I knew it was because he was afraid of everything because God told me. He would tell me the preist's thoughts. The
preist longed for naked woman, gold, and burning churches. One time, God showed me, he wanted to beat Mrs. Paniti to shut
up her criticism and request. It made me laugh and my preist didn't like that. He was weak and could never love God like I
could.
I never told anyone about Sophia agian, incase she hadn't been given sainthood by the Holy Mother Church yet. She siad
it would never happen and that it didn't matter. Which made no sense, how could the Holy Mother Church not perfectly reflect
heaven and God's Saint's? But she always was joking around.
My first memory of Church was when I was about 3. I remember the first tiem I saw Jesus Christ our Lord nad Savior on
the Crucifix. He scared me but Sophia told me to look closely. So as I held my fathers hand tighter, I stared Christ down.
And that is when i feel in love with Him. I didn't know it until I was older but I have loved Him ever since.
I told my parents that my place was by Jesus at His Chruch when I was six. Without words I convinced them to let
me go. Sophia told me how to channel the voice of God, well atleast convey its meaning.
I would dream of Him, Jesus, He would lead me down to a river and baptise me with a deep kiss as He washed away the sins
from my flesh with His divine hands. I knew that He was my only love and I must be with Him. The way His mortal body streched
out on the cross. Muscles pulled tight and rose coloured blood dripping like candle wax down Hid smooth skin.
I wanted teh Lord in me in ways I have yet to understand. They always said I had more passion than they had never seen.
I was blessed by God and taught by Sophia.
