I know God is for real. How do I know? I just do. Call it blind, call it faith, call it ridiculous. I just know. As a young girl with a home filled with violence I had times when I heard God call my voice. One day I was washing dishes in the kitchen at the age of 5. I was supposed to be focused and getting my chores done. Instead I heard God say “dance”. So I danced. I twirled in circles and danced for my heavenly father. Now some might say that I was delusional as a child and full of stories. But I was not crazy. I heard my God speak. I continued to hear him speak. Read the rest of this entry »