faith, part 2

I promiced I would write a bit more about my faith. I strongly suspect that my grandmother was the one who convinced my mom to send me to christian camp. But whatever the reason, faith became a big componant in my life. I am not sure I could do justice to what it means to me to someone who doesnt believe, but I needed that sense that somehow, in some way, there was plan, and I was included. That Someone beyond myself, greater than myself, was in charge, and He actuallly cared about me. When I found whosoever prays, it was, as it were, an answer to prayer in itself. I grew in my understanding of God, and as you can read in my little piece entitiled "Dear God", I now have even found the courage to ask for my hearts desire. And more each day, I am reaching the conclusion that God intends to grant that request.