When I was growing up, I really didn’t understand who God was supposed to be. In my mind, He was a far-off cosmic phenomenon that I could wish upon, like a shooting star. At times, He seemed alternately indifferent to and the cause of my struggles.
As I grew up and ran into trouble, I tried a lot of different methods to try to find happiness. None of them worked. At my wit’s end, I figured if there was a God, he was my last chance. So, for the first time, I prayed. I talked to God like I might talk to a friend.
And guess what? He heard me. He answered. I found what I’d spent so much time looking for.
Since then, my faith has supported me through so many trials: from the day-to-day stresses of living, to worries about when we’d have a baby, to worries about how we’d support a baby, through the police academy, and everything since.