I kind of always vaguely believed in God as a child, but never felt close to God at all, if that makes sense.
Then perhaps in my late 40s, I went to a funeral and there was a prayer read called ‘The Difference’ which just got to me in a way I can’t explain, and things started to make sense.
Not long after, a relative was taken very ill and I prayed and prayed for their health. I talked to God properly for the first time. They recovered against all odds.
I started a relationship with God, and I talk to Him and He answers. It has helped me so much. I don’t particularly find comfort or support from other Christians. I don’t go to church. Just me and God, talking.
I’m very aware that people who have suffered especially, cannot ever think they can believe in God. My best friend lost her son, she doesn’t believe in a God who can allow that. I told my own mum, who lost a child, and she said ‘If I didn’t believe there was a God when she died, who would have helped me. That’s when I needed Him most’
It’s such a difficult issue for people, especially those who have been hurt or bereaved, but I’m trying to answer your question as to what changed for me and why.
Here’s the poem- no idea why it suddenly changed everything that day but it did:
The Difference
I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day. I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray. Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task. "Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered. He answered, You didn't ask," I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on, grey and bleak. I wondered why God didn't show me. He said, "But you didn't seek.: I tried to come into God's presence. I used all my keys at the lock. God gently and lovingly chided, "My child, you didn't knock." I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day. I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray