Faith can start in a million different ways, I suppose.
My theism started at such a young age, pointing squarely to its beginning is lost somewhere in my memory.
I love that all of our stories are so different.
And that, usually, we are only allowed one step at a time.
Thank goodness for the safe places, and the safe relationships, we come across.
My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.
-Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies
