I have always believed in God. My first dream about God happened before I had ever been taken to church. I was raised Irish Catholic and received all of the sacraments as a child. I was confirmed when I was 15.
I lost my faith during my 22+ year marriage… mostly due to his refusal to be a practicing Catholic and incessant extra curricular affairs… and that led to a string of bad decisions that I’m not exactly proud of.
But then I got divorced and remembered that for 12 years I prayed for a wonderful husband… and that led me to forgive myself, heal and do the self-work required to find my way back home to God. I eventually learned to love myself… and then love found me when I wasn’t even looking for it.
I thank God everyday now that I have found my way back to my faith/religion and for helping me find myself, which inevitably helped me find my current boyfriend/fiancé. I found beauty in this journey by losing myself and for that I am eternally grateful.