I was brought up standard CofE. Pretty passionate about God as a young teen, but struggled with some of the big questions as an older teen and fell away from religion.
Now, the story gets a bit odd. After a very painful divorce due to abuse, I met a lovely man. One of the best humans you could ever meet, but who doesn't know Jesus. He put me on to various interesting humans to read and watch their Youtube videos, through which I found I was increasingly interested again in God.
After Covid restrictions were lifted, I found a lovely church playgroup we went to, and, I'm ashamed to say, spoke really badly of their two minute Christian talk. We did make a connection with a couple of wonderful people there though, who attended the church.
A year after Covid, we had a very terrible family tragedy. I sobbed for hours every time I showered and my DH is still suffering the effects now. However, something (of course, it was God!) told me to go to church. I went off and on for a while, as things gradually settled down. Eventually, I committed my life to Jesus and now make him the centre of my life.
I can't even tell you how much better Jesus has made me. I can't describe the comfort he has offered me. Letting things go, allowing him to have the reins in my life gives me such peace. Friends and colleagues describe me as a 'calming influence' - colleagues want me to be their midwife when they have a baby. All through him.