Spiritual Arteries

I was a negative teen, not depressed - My diary declared I was. A complainer indeed, no one stopped me; Only a sociology teacher gave me some definitions to ponder. I was a listener back then - the friend not the one that needed advice yet. But no one heard me; I was cut off from the world. Sheltered is what my aunts said. Seemed shameful, sad. Pondered for years what it meant. You really don’t know… You don’t know what it means… Then you don’t know how it fits and then you ponder… how do I fit? I went to Catholic school from Kindergarten through 7th. In 7th grade I had a teacher who told us about a séance he was in. Who let him through the door? That year I had a Ouiji board…what in the world was going on THAT year! Later I rebuked all of that and more. I gave it up for the Lord, I adore. All that gunk clogs up your spiritual arteries. A steady diet of biblical truth cleans one out.