I wasn't raised in any strict Christian sort of way, although the words God and Jesus were occasionally mentioned and there was a large family bible always around. I mentioned on another thread somewhere here part of the events that led to my faith being solidified but I will sum up here again.
It was a collection of events all colliding together at once, both good and bad. Answers to questions, halfhearted prayers uttered at my lowest points, fears, doubts that spun back over many years. Suddenly all these things were made clear and obvious before me in such a way that left little doubt. You must understand that my faith was so incredibly weak as to be virtually non existent up until that point. Yet there it was and all to strong as to not leave me much room for denial.
Still though it wasn't so powerful as to leave no room for doubt as there are still days where I ponder if I imagined these things or were they just coincidence -- my faith being tested I suppose. I know what I experienced and the events are recorded, but still there are days where I doubt and retrace my memories that are already beginning to wane to the fog of time. Sometimes it is like that day again where I boggle at how I could have the slightest doubts and other days it is more distant.
I don't like to get into the details as isn't from a prouder time of my life. Part of that is my ego, for there is no glory for me in telling the whole truth of those days and nobody would think the better of me for it. I also fear that I might paint it too grand and stretch the truth of it. Even in my abbreviated form I fear that I do this but that could just be from me remembering the details as I retrace it.