Beautiful moments can only come from God…

I sit here writing this with a heavy heart. I’m burdened, troubled, and honestly quite miserable. My mind has been running a million miles an hour the past week and a half. I have plenty of duties I need to take care of. Everyday stresses of a normal pre-adult. Exactly, PRE-ADULT. It’s a sad fact but true. The silliest thing about all this is God hasn’t been close to me because I’ve been pushing Him away, I’ve just been to “busy”. My busy is harmful and quite deadly, it brings me to a place where I feel it should go my way, and I should be able to do/say whatever I want, when I want. That dear, is a bad place. So I type this with no point, but just to make it perfectly clear in my mind that getting back to God makes life.