I rather not admit to being naive in believing that everything happens for a good reason. But in secrecy, I do. Ever since I was young, I have had awful amount of luck. I'd regularily say that God loves me, and so I believed. It was as if He smiled toward me oftenly. And I wish whole-heartedly, that I'd feel remorse for the sins I've committed, and am shameful that I honestly don't. I feel as if I let Him down.

 

But for His love, I am grateful.