I also had a christian upbringing which I rejected; and also had an experience where I 'cried out to God' - like you, venus, my child was very ill (it looked like meningitis): I remember being on the stairs in the dark with big blobby tears dripping down my face and crying out to God to save her. All was well and dc recovered.
oddly, I've been trying to get on this thread for a few days but keep being booted off! what's going on??
I'll try to keep my story short (not easy) as, like so many of us, it is a long story. I was living with some christians, who banged on and on about God and were really quite tiresome if I'm honest. They had a medical emergency, very serious, and prayed for God's healing. The whole thing affected me very deeply and I went to the prayer meeting, held in their home, to offer support, definitely not to pray (I didn't believe in God) and to my surprise I sobbed uncontrollably throughout. Embarrassing! It was as though a deep grief took hold of me - hard to explain - and I did pray, silently, a simple pray for healing. The next day they went for tests and the only possible explanation is that a miracle had occurred. This knocked me for six. I was frightened and very confused that God could, after all, be real. Weevil's post resonates with me because I had, prior to the medical drama, come to the conclusion that we all need love, that it is the make or break currency. When I heard the results of the tests I was alone in their house and the words on a victorian cross-stitch samplar on the wall, which I had seen a hundred times, leapt out: God Is Love. It was as though God was speaking to me directly re yes you need love and as I am it, you need me! Very strange.
Thus followed a time of intense turmoil which I wasn't able to quieten down. My world was tilting and I didn't like it or want it. Eventually, on the off-chance I visited a church with the wife of the couple I was living with - a pentecostal church, of all things - and it was all a bit much (but everything was a bit much at that time, everything strange and different). At the end the preacher, in very emotive language (which I didn't like at all ), did what's called the Gospel Call re 'Is there one-ah! is there one who will give their life to the Lord-ah Jesus-ah Christ-ah!' (a la Eddie Murphy) and I had to know more so went forward, knelt down and prayed the prayer with someone there: Lord Jesus, I give you my life. It was an old hall like something out of the 1950s. Lots of wood.
Nothing happened. By then I was almost craving to know if God was real but also to bring to an end the turmoil I was feeling. Nothing had happened and I was crushed with disappointment, feeling I couldn't get it right and there must be something wrong with me and how do you get to know God anyway? As I left I braced myself to bear the disappointment and the crushing turmoil I had been feeling since the 'miracle'. On the way out, in the porch, with lots of chit-chat going on, very suddenly it was as though an ENORMOUS weight shot of my shoulders, upwards, like inverse gravity. I staggered and gasped - it was a very powerful and very tangible experience; like taking your rucksack off when you're backpacking: a lightness. Gasping and unable to speak, I eventually steadied myself enough to leave and walk home. On the way home a tremendous peace and joy romped into my soul. it stayed for a about a week; and for about 9 months after that I experienced waves and waves of healing and release.
So that's that, that's just what happened. I have no idea why God did it like that. I've known God for over 30 years now and s/he never ceases to amaze me tbh. Awesome, gorgeous, amazing, fabulous. Not fusty ime.