Journeying to Faith

I drank from when I was a small child and got sober when I was thirty-nine. I remember believing in God, without much thought or question, in my early childhood years. It just simply didn’t occur to me to consider that God didn’t exist. Then as I got a little older, I started to question whether God existed. Right around that time, I began using and drinking and I lost contact. I became, alternately, an atheist and an agnostic, eventually landing squarely in the category of agnostic. I thought it as foolish to hold to a belief and conviction that God existed as to the idea that there was no God at all. Logically neither presupposition could be proven, and so it seemed the only intelligent conclusion was that no one could know for certain.