Returning to my faith

The worst part about everything that's been going on before the past week or so is about my faith - or lack thereof.


I don't question the existence of God.  I may question organized religion's interpretation of what God is and represents, but I don't question that God exists.


There was a time when I didn't question that Jesus was who he said he was.  To be honest, I began to question that.  Now I'm back to being more secure in that belief.


But I had stopped reading my Bible.  Stopped praying.  Stopped talking to God.  No Bible study.  Nothing. 


Organized religion is....still not something I desire at this point.  Maybe soon?  I'm not sure.


For now, though, I'm happy that I'm at least back to reading my Bible (I'm ashamed to say that I had to really search for it before I found it) and spending time in communion with God.


It's a start.


Maybe this week I'll start looking into churches to attend next Sunday.