Entry Five

Dear Diary,

Sometimes, I question the basis of my faith.

Why do I believe in God?

Most people have these powerful, defining moments—

stories that crack the sky open or flip their world upside down.

But I don’t have that.

Faith, for me, hasn’t been loud or dramatic.

It’s been quiet.

It’s grown in the in-between places—

in fear, in uncertainty, in unexpected grace and love.

My journey with God hasn’t followed a dramatic storyline. 

(It's not even fully formed yet, but that's a story for another day.)

It’s been slow. Shaky. But real.

I didn’t grow up deeply religious.

Yes, I was Christian—

don’t get me wrong—

but it felt more like a label,

just a title.

Then life happened, 

And somehow, along the way, I found God.

Or maybe he found me?

But not in the big moments—

In the most mundane ways.

In still, ordinary moments that felt so natural,

so easy to miss.

But then looking back, I realize they were quietly miraculous .

Moments of peace I didn’t earn.

Answers I didn’t expect.

Grace I didn’t ask for.

Unexplainable,

but somehow easy to pass off.

I guess I’m still figuring it all out.

Maybe, with time, I'll understand more.

And that's okay. 

So… 

Goodbye for now...