My Hollow Faith

From the time I can remember, I grew up identifying as a Christian. At a very young age, I just knew that God was real. More importantly, growing up in the South, that was just the right thing to do. Everyone went to church, and pretty much everyone said they were a Christian. These values of mine held up for a while, until I became mature enough to engage in deductive reasoning.I got tired of being the "good christian" and not really knowing why, other than that's what I believed. As I read the Bible, I saw that everything about it was supernatural. There was only one problem: absolutely nothing about my life was! I wanted to know if the Bible I read was just a good book to be revered, or if the God I read about was still manifesting the same way he was years ago!In college, I wiped the slate clean. I no longer wanted to say I was a Christian because of what my parents, friends, or even preachers said. I wanted to see the power of God in my life. I challenged God to show himself to me if he was still the same God I read about, and boy did he show up. God catapulted me into the realm of the supernatural, and gave me answers as to why his children don't see more in life. If you want to know what I found out, look inside!