Why me? That’s a good question. One I’ve asked many, many, many times over my life.
Why did God give me the abilities He did if they were evil? Why did He let me join a cult when I was twelve? Why did He let me experience heartbreak and pain? Why did He let my father die a slow, horrible death — and why did He put my parents through that? Why did He send me a child for me to only let her down?
I spent a long time believing the answer was that I wasn’t worth much to Him at all.
I’m slowly coming to realize that isn’t true.
God didn’t choose me for all of this in spite of who I am. He gave me everything I need to get through life. And yes — I’ve sinned. I’ve been a horrible person at times. Someone I’m ashamed of. But that doesn’t mean I’m not worthy of happiness. Of love — loving and being loved. Of Him and His love.
He sent me my daughter — Pixie Storm — and though I’ve let her down over the years, her love for me never wavers, just as God’s never has. She and her father are a constant reminder that I am worthy of love.
That realization is why this universe exists.
Every story I write, every Guardian I stitch together with prayer on my late aunt’s beloved sewing machine, every child who holds one in the dark and feels a little less alone — it all comes from that slow, hard, holy realization that God makes no mistakes. Not even me.
Especially not me.
If you’ve ever asked God why — if you’ve ever felt like the darkness inside you disqualified you from His love — you found this place for a reason.
Welcome home.
Violet Tempest
Author of the Violet Tempest Universe
Creator of Marsh’s Creature Creations