Why are you here doing what you do and thinking what you think. It’s God. God chooses.

Over 50 years ago on a late spring sunny day at about 10:00 in the morning, I lay on the front seat of a 1963 Chevy impala. At 10 years old, or so, I stare up and talk to God. I say, “God there has to be more”. More to this existence than what I know or see. He “said”, yes.

I’ve never forgotten that instance of time. That was when I awakened… at 10 yrs old. Fathom that. I still can’t. But everyday since then I’ve always been skeptical about what any “authority” told me was absolute truth.

Why me? Why did that happen? IDK. I just know God chooses… before you are born I believe. So, when someone says you are here for a reason, believe it.

God chose you. God chose the time and chose you to be where you are right now.