My faith was a shield I hid behind. It was the only justification I could find for the good and evil my life was always surrounded by.

The belief that it was all for a higher power, that repenting would cleanse my family's soul, and that this would be how I'd serve them best was my only focus throughout school.

Then, she walked into my church and changed my entire outlook on life.

Faith was no longer the only thing I needed to survive. Under her one gentle touch, I finally felt alive. It was but a moment, but I knew I needed more. So, I traded the heaven I couldn't touch for the one I could see, feel, and save.

When the Devil thinks he can take her from me, I march into hell to get my heaven back.