I was raised Southern Baptist. Baptized in the church at eight years old when I began asking questions that didn’t make any sense to me, and that didn’t seem to make much sense to anyone else since no one could answer my questions. I was told that was the Holy Spirit dealing with me and it meant it was time for me to be “saved”.
My parents always took me to church every Sunday, but I wouldn’t have considered them bible thumpers or anything like that. Church actually seemed like a chore for everyone, no one really wanted to go but we were supposed to, so we did.
There were periods of my life, in my late teens and once in my mid twenties, where I got really into Christianity. I really loved Jesus and I believed 100%. Or at least 99%. Looking back, Christianity has just always been my safe place because it was the only thing I ever knew. It’s also kind of hard to turn your back on something that says you’ll go to hell for if you do.
I’m not a Christian now though. I haven’t been for some years. Maybe for my whole life, or at least not for most of my twenties. I tried to believe a few years ago when I had my first child. My mom kept telling me it was my responsibility to take him to church, and I definitely didn’t want to risk sending his soul to hell. So I went for a year or two. But I just couldn’t get my whole heart in it. I’ve always felt like a fake when I was trying to “believe”.
Some people seem to assume that if you don’t believe in Jesus, you don’t believe in anything. Not true. I actually consider myself a very spiritual person. I started studying the Law of Attraction two years ago and I am still engrossed and fascinated by the subject. It’s completely changed my life. Things have happened for me that have never come close to happening before, and it’s all because I started to believe that these amazing things could be possibilities for me.
For example…my husband working less hours and making more money. Or flowers being given to me on a specific day. Or relationships improving over night. My mind has just been blown.
I believe in God, but I prefer to use the term “the universe”. And it’s a loving and accepting universe, one that wants us to be happy and have everything we truly desire. This is the most spiritual and happy I’ve felt my entire life. I feel so present and aware. I feel connected. I feel loved and safe. And anytime I start to feel differently, all I have to do is go outside at night and look up at the stars and moon, and I feel the overwhelmingness that is this grand universe. It reminds me that I’m apart of something so magical and amazing.
So there ya have it, my spiritual beliefs. Do you feel comfortable sharing your beliefs with others? Are you able to be friends with people who have different beliefs than you and be okay with it?