<p>Patlees- I could tell.</p>
<p>Well, since my question(s) have been answered, I guess I can respond. For me, it was just a series of events that built on top of each other. It took a lot for me to believe again; as a kid I was afraid to believe but was forced to. I didn't ask questions, when I did they weren't answered, so I just accepted. I flip-flopped a lot between belief and disbelief during high school (average teenage skeptic), but it honestly didn't "click" with me all at once; it was a gradual realization of faith. </p>
<p>Even when I thought I had no faith, it was still there.
Even when I refused to believe in good, I couldn't deny or escape its existence, even within myself.
It took a lot to finally get myself to acknowledge my OWN beliefs.
It definitely wasn't easy. There was no momentous turning point for me. Just a lot of scrutiny, and listening. Definitely opening my ears, eyes, and mind. Learning to recognize life's little miracles.</p>
<p>Redefining the definition of a believer, as someone who actively pursues their beliefs.
As well as Patlees, the evidence will just sound ridiculous to those who want it to. Sometimes, I'll tell you, it sounds crazy to me. That's the way it goes.</p>
<p>I don't believe everything I hear. I don't completely trust just one religion to "get it right". I believe in God, not church sects. </p>
<p>I'm always questioning. Some questions I find answers to, others I don't. I continue to search. Sometimes I lose sleep in doing so, just staring at my ceiling, wondering.</p>
<p>I never regret believing, even when I hate it. Life would be easier, I'll admit, but not as meaningful for me. I'd feel like I was erring, just a strange something I couldn't pin down. It's weird to explain, but it's what it is.</p>