Thanks for sharing your story. I too am sorry to hear about your mom 
I always loved God. The love I felt became more concrete when I was about 4. I was saying bedtime prayers with my grandma and I asked God to make the Devil nicer. She giggled and said I couldn't ask for that. I asked her why and she couldn't really explain that to me which made me very angry lol
My parents weren't religious and I only spent the summers with my grams. I studied the Bible on my own though.
By the time I was 7, on my own, I learned God had a name- "Jehovah" (Psalm 83:18) and I knew the earth would never be destroyed. I didn't believe in ghosts and knew at least some people would live forever on Earth. I shunned necromancy (boards, seances etc).
Then I met a group of people in Puerto Rico where my dad was stationed in the Navy. They were a group of kids having Bible studies and I loved it.
Eventualy, I started going to a nondenominational church off-base. The Preacher didn't believe in baptizing kids, but he grilled me thoroughly on Scripture and I had a genuine love for God so I was baptized. My [step] dad was baptized the same day as me... I had convinced my parents to join the church and they loved it and even turned their lives around for awhile.
We moved to Pensacola, FL when I was 10. My parents looked for a church like the one they left, but the churches seemed more concerned with dues and my parents lost their faith. I was left to my own again.
I poured over the Bible on my own, again but also attended several different churches with friends.
I studied with some Southern Baptists, the Lutherans, Baptists, Methodists and others.
My brain became very confused. What I had learned on my own was being contradicted by all of the other faiths and no one could answer the question I had at the age of 4. I became disillusioned with Christianity and got into spiritism.
I went on to devote my energy to the Wiccan and Celtic religions and became a solitary practitioner of magick. I studied the powers of the mind, EPS, scrying, out of body experiences, UFO's, became obsessed with the Bermuda Triangle, telepathy, tarot cards, palm reading... but Christianity kept pulling at me. I couldn't NOT believe in God.
I went through a time I didn't believe in Jesus, but that didn't last long either.
I called my beliefs "April's religion" (my name) lol because I just hodge-podged together different things I liked about different religions. For a while I called myself a Christian Witch and then found the passage "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live" and that ended that.
At the age of 15 I started studying with 7th Day Adventists and others, but Spiritism kept calling me back. I had frequent premonitions, was an expert at reading cards and interpretting dreams and I felt a deep connection to the earth.
I cried at the thought of going to Heaven. I kept praying "I know the earth isn't going to be destroyed. You'll need someone to take care of the animals and stuff... I want to stay here".
By the age of 20, I was studying with some Pentecosts (sp) and I even attended their church.
I felt the "Spirit" but it was more demonic to me than holy. I had a hallucination during one service of the roof collapsing on everyone and I never returned. (I was severely sleep deprived during that time of my life and was border-line insane). There were people speaking in tongues but there was no interpreter, which I read in the Bible was a must. I then stopped studying with couple.
Then I moved to West Virginia. I studied with the Mormons. The Elders implied that God was allowing my marriage to fall apart because I was smoking and I came to LOATHE God. The Elders meant no harm though. I attended their meetings for awhile, but I couldn't even pray without telling God I hated him.
I then became a stripper, was deep in spiritism, and thought I would die before changing my ways.
Then I met the man who bacame my hubby after my first marriage fell completely apart. I moved in with him and he had an abundance of religious books that I lost myself in. Then Jehovah's Witnesses (JW's) came knocking on my door. I began studying with them, but most of the time, I avoided them because I was still a smoker and planned on opening my own strip club.
We moved to a different county, the plans for the club bombed, I restarted my study (though I continued studying on my own in between).
In November 2000, I stopped smoking. I read a powerful JW book while on vacation in January 2001. By February, my entire family and I were attending meetings. It was then that I figured out all the books my hubby had were JW books and he used to be one before falling away before we met.
He had been disassociated (like disfellowshiped) so no one would speak to him on a social level. He started studying with one of the Brothers though. In March, an Overseer visited us and told me we would have to stop living together if either one of us would progress. So the kids and I moved to another house and then to the Farm I now live at.
He was reinstated that summer and in October, I was baptized and in November we were married.
We had a nanny for the kids for about a year (before our marriage if I recall correctly) then that bombed and we put in a modular home beside his. The kids and I lived in the modular.
He started missing almost all of the meetings and I tried taking care of the spiritual etc needs of my kids on my own (4 kids from my previous marriage) as well as his daughter every other weekend.
Eventually, I fell apart.
It seems like an eternity ago, but our old Presiding overseer moved and the new one kicked my hubby and I out of the congregation (disfellowshipped) because my housekeeping was deplorable and hubby wasn't helping me. (We can still attend meetings but not socialize with anyone).
I took up smoking again and I'm still struggling to return to the congregation.
I know I belong there because they've been the only ones who have been able to answer ALL my questions. Even that very first one at age 4. They use the Bible as the ultimate authority and nothing is "a mystery".
After the Mormons though, I've lost a lot of the emotional love I had for God. Serving him, after that became "the right thing to do" and logical love. I miss the daily "conversations" I use to have with him. I miss my zeal. I miss my hope for everlasting life.
And now Spiritism is calling me back more than ever before. I'm resisting, but barely.
When I finally stop smoking, everything will start falling into place. I'll find my way back to God, but part of me doesn't want to.
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