And I almost did completely walk away from faith and everything. There were storms I endured; personal growth and ugly truths I had to face about myself and others. But through it all, there was still this small little light, refusing to die out. And now, over the last bit of time… I’ve felt this pulling, a yearning if you will, to come Home. I cannot escape it and there is nowhere I can go where I don’t feel it. And in those small opportunities where I have spoken to those closest to me of things in a spiritual sense, especially of the things I hold on to about Jesus, I feel that wellspring within me come flooding up to the surface. I cannot deny it. I still believe.