I was raised in Assemblies of God and nondenominational churches majority of my life. I've lived in about 14 different places in Alaska (my mother was always accepted to different colleges while I was growing up.)
When I lived in Homer is where I would say my spirituality grew to the point of understanding that God will always be a part of my life whether I liked it or not.
I was in grade school at the time and my family went to church every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. It was so good that if church was every day I think we would have gone every day. It was a small nondenominational church that believed in the Holy Spirit and Revival. My favorite parts were the singing and the end where the pastor would pray for us.
One night the pastor did pray for me. I went down to the floor with such a force unscathed. I cried for all the things I felt I did wrong when I was a child. Especially since I had a brother that would always get me into trouble and I would find ways to blame him. Of course he had his share for blaming me, only thing is I'm more of a forgive and forget kind of person. For example, to this day my brother never let go that I finished the pickles and I blamed him for finishing them *laugh* quite silly really.
Anywho, I don't remember how long I was crying for on the floor but it made my heart feel like something was being patched up. Like spiritual glue was mending it back together again and once it was fixed I started to laugh. I laughed so hard that my sides hurt and I couldn't stop laughing. My brother was right next to me on the floor laughing as well. I had no idea how long we were laughing for but my mother said that we were up there laughing for a very long time.
This particular church is where I also learned to pray my own prayers. It was something called "praying in tongues." The pastor called anyone who wanted this up to the front after the sermon was done I went up and was prayed over. I do pray this way just about every day; more in the shower and during driving to a different town on weekends. I do believe in God/Jesus/Angels/Holy Spirit.
My beliefs don't stop me from going to the bars occasionally. It also doesn't stop me from cussing out the driver who just cut me off either *laugh*.