Willowfae, I recognise myself from a couple of years back in what you wrote. Sorry to butt in. Been lurking on this thread from the start and would like to comment, if I may. MrsC, I would say that what you describe is the difference between an adult faith and a child's faith. I've grown up in a Christian setting, studied theology for a year, had a major crisis of faith and jumped ship completely, and have been working my way back for the last 20 years or so, sometimes taking 2 steps forward and 3 steps back, at other times taking number of tiny baby steps forward so that the end result is that I am moving closer to God but not very fast IYSWIM.
My faith is not at all the same as it was before it all crashed, but what faith I have, I know is mine: I haven't just "absorbed" it or accepted it as given. It is hard-won and tested. I agree that faith is something I choose on a daily basis, almost in the same way that I choose to love my husband even when I don't feel like I do (Just to clarify, I am very happily married and would not change that for the world
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After leaving the church and turning my back on God, it was a great relief when I one day realised that God existed whether I chose to believe in him or not. His existance did not depend on me making him up in my mind. I did not have to "carry" him for him to exist. He just IS. The result if this "insight" was not that I immediately turned back to the church or even God at the time and, as I said, the way back has been filled with setbacks, but what it did do was shift the emphasis a bit from "do I believe that God exists?" to "if he does exist, how do I respond?", which is actually more constructive, especially if, like me, you tend to pick things apart ad infinitum.
I'm constantly struggling with my "rational mind" wanting to dismiss anything and everything as just coincidence, but when I look back over my life, even the times when I did not believe and deliberately acted against how I'd been raised to act, I can see how things have come together for my good and things I have wished for intently (I guess I should say prayed for even if I may not have directed it as such) have come to pass, even if it sometimes has taken 2, 3 or even 7 years to get there. I could say it is all down to coincidence and randomness, but I choose to see it as God's hand in my life. I don't mean that my faith is all a matter of will. Sometimes it may seem that way, but every now and then, more often than one would think, I experience moments of grace when, despite all my doubt and questions, things fit and make sense.
I'm afraid this is very long and I waffled. If it doesn't make sense, please ignore what I've written. Sorry for butting in. I'll go back to lurking now.