Faith in God or Supernatral Powers?
I am a firm believer in God. This is the story of my faith journey that I would like to share with you.
The foundation of my faith began to build at a very young age. My family always went to church on Sunday taking up two rows. There were my parents, six brothers, my sister and myself. We all attended Catholic School, some of us through over Senior year and some of the others choose public high schools. The majority of us once we made our confirmation and graduated high school drifted away from the church, leaving God behind of awhile.What I didn't realize was that we thought we left him behind but he was there with us, every step of the way.
From time to time I would attend different churches. I was a military wife and didn't always live in an area where there we many catholic churches. The Virgina area had quite a few Baptist churches and a couple Pentecostal churches. Wow were they ever different from the quiet, stand up, sit down, kneel down services I attended as a child. The Baptist church goers were loud, sang a lot ( which I loved ), responded to the preachers sermon and made you feel part of their family. The Pentecostal church was loud, demonstrative and just a little out there for me. I didn't make this decision right away, I attended a few services and it didn't sit well with me.
When my husband's stint in the Navy was complete we moved back to be with our family and friends. We stayed together for two years after the move home then decided to separate, his having a girlfriend made that decision easy for me. The separation lasted three years, we talked about reconciliation, that was another decision that the girlfriend helped me to make when he told me she was pregnant.
We finalized our divorce and I stared a new life with my daughters and I. I drifted along, working, taking care of the girls, dating periodically and surviving. The girls and I became involved in the church together, I taught 2nd Grade Religious Education, they both made their 1st Communion and we settled for awhile. Changes happen, the journey took a detour yet continued, I became involved in a long term relationship, we had a child together, a beautiful baby girl and life went on. Things weren't always good yet no always bad either, we met somewhere in the middle.
In the fall of 1995 my oldest daughter attention a teen retreat that reinvented her, she left on a Saturday morning my little girl and came home that Monday evening, a lovely young lady. The retreat had such an impact on her and I was grateful. In order to volunteer for this retreat program you have to make the retreat as well. This gives you an insight to what the teens encounter and how those three days changes their lives. In the fall of 1996 I made the retreat and my daughter came back as a volunteer. She wasn't able to tell me much about the weekend because they want everyone to experience it first hand. This has to have been one of the best decisions I've made in my life. No, I didn't see thunder, lighting suddenly transform my life, but from the first moment, over those three days and there after my life changed.
My faith was renewed and carried me though my good times, bad times, sad times and living hells that I endured. If it wasn't for the faith, when my fiance passed away and the two years of hell that followed I never would have recovered. My life as I knew it changed from the moment I made that retreat in 1996 to present. The near misses myself and family escaped certain injury and death that's when God carried us, helping us through.
The time my fire alarms buzzed all night, not letting anyone go into a sound sleep, that was God, because we would have fallen asleep and never woken up and the carbon dioxide fumes going through the house would have surely killed us. When my daughter's idiot of a boyfriend ( he's moved - Thank God ) ripped off drug dealers, they came to my house with guns no less looking for him. He wasn't there so they left, if he had been the outcome would have been bloody and we all could have been killed. That was God watching over us. The night of my fiances drowning while he was home with our daughter who was 5 years old at the time, that he didn't fall towards her and pin her down, was God protecting us. Thinking of these gives me goosebumps knowing that the outcome could have been much worse. I Thank You God for always being there for myself and my family. With God, Anything is Possible, With out God, Nothing is possible except utter chaos.