The year i met God

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(this is the main character in the story not me, the author)

My name’s Alex. Some people call me Al. I remember the year everything changed. All the secrets in my life uncovered. At first it hurt, but now I found that I liked it. I’ve learned so much. It’s been a year since this all happened.

My mom died when I was 14. I lived with Dad, who abused and blamed me for my mother’s death. My aunt Peggy gave me my mother’s old diary, to write in about my thoughts and feelings about her death. Instead, I write what happened when Dad abused me, and what I felt about him.
I soon learned that I could talk, see, and hear God. He’s quite sweet, and helped me through my once miserable life. He talked to me and told me what I should and shouldn’t do. He’s the one who told me the secrets I didn’t know. He told me secrets about my mother, about my father, about my enemy (Natasha Meyer).
Now, about my once miserable life. So you already know about my crappy parents. I’m not in the “in” crowd. I was one of those people who studied all the time. It was my way of hiding from Dad. Also, I was quite ugly. I had acne, had frizzy brunette hair, tall, huge nose, and wore glasses. At first I was a non-believer.
So, of course you all want to know about God. At first I thought he was crazy. He told me I was “Jesus”. He told me I was supposed to write about Him. He could be Himself, which he was a man that only I could see, or he could transfer to someone’s body and talk to me, which freaked me out.
God told me I was meant to be the daughter of Him. He told me I was meant to write about Him and my experience. So here I am writing it. This is my story.

Courtney (the author here): I just want everyonoe to know that this is not some big religious, all-about-God thing.

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The year i met God

Submitted: July 08, 2008

(this is the main character in the story not me, the author)

My name’s Alex. Some people call me Al. I remember the year everything changed. All the secrets in my life uncovered. At first it hurt, but now I found that I liked it. I’ve learned so much. It’s been a year since this all happened.

My mom died when I was 14. I lived with Dad, who abused and blamed me for my mother’s death. My aunt Peggy gave me my mother’s old diary, to write in about my thoughts and feelings about her death. Instead, I write what happened when Dad abused me, and what I felt about him.
I soon learned that I could talk, see, and hear God. He’s quite sweet, and helped me through my once miserable life. He talked to me and told me what I should and shouldn’t do. He’s the one who told me the secrets I didn’t know. He told me secrets about my mother, about my father, about my enemy (Natasha Meyer).
Now, about my once miserable life. So you already know about my crappy parents. I’m not in the “in” crowd. I was one of those people who studied all the time. It was my way of hiding from Dad. Also, I was quite ugly. I had acne, had frizzy brunette hair, tall, huge nose, and wore glasses. At first I was a non-believer.
So, of course you all want to know about God. At first I thought he was crazy. He told me I was “Jesus”. He told me I was supposed to write about Him. He could be Himself, which he was a man that only I could see, or he could transfer to someone’s body and talk to me, which freaked me out.
God told me I was meant to be the daughter of Him. He told me I was meant to write about Him and my experience. So here I am writing it. This is my story.

Courtney (the author here): I just want everyonoe to know that this is not some big religious, all-about-God thing. Read Chapter


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