@SpaceXStarship30 For a long time, I just drifted. Losing my aunt and grandma, one after the other, hit me way harder than I ever admitted. I kept quiet, but deep down, I felt pretty lost. I remember praying to Jesus back in 2019, asking him to be my Savior. At some point after 2021, though, I stopped praying, stopped going to church—I’m honestly not sure exactly when it happened, but doubt crept in, and I started to question everything. Still, even while I felt disconnected, I held onto this stubborn sense that Jesus was still there, watching over me.
Things didn’t really shift until 2023. Little by little, through prayer, reflecting, and talking with people who understood, I started to feel that connection again. My faith wasn’t just something distant anymore. I found myself rebuilding my relationship with Jesus—and with that, a kind of peace I hadn’t felt in years.