3 years ago I didn't believe in a god and I was also very disrespectful towards God. One day I was at my cousin's house and my aunt happened to want to go to church, my cousins and I all went. We sat at the very back of the room and I had to try hard to contain myself, I was feeling hysterical. I didn't believe in anything spiritual... none of it was making sense. I looked at my cousin and they didn't think it was as funny. There also happened to be a pastor that tours around different parts of India and the US to preach that day. This man was speaking for a while and I think he noticed me with the wide grin that I must've had from holding in my laughter... he called me up in front of everyone first. I remember he told me to close my eyes. He put his hand on my head and started saying things about my life. It was pretty accurate but I didn't like what he told me. "You're easily influenced" & "two people will ruin your life in the future.," I thought it was a bunch of baloney. He called up my cousin and what he told her was completely different. He asked her if she does indeed carry a lot of pain inside... something along those lines... and she does because her mother used to abuse her a lot at a very young age. I used to cry for her when we were children, even while we were in our adolescent years... What the pastor was saying was in a way accurate and offensive. He also told her that she lets guys get to her easily.. also told her that hell is real... something about going to hell. Anyway, I thought it was weird he didn't mention the whole hell thing to me. I mean he did tell me I was easily influenced, though... Hmm. Anyway, there was indeed two people who ruined my life. My mothers ex husband and his daughter. The constant yelling, fighting, new daily issue to dramatize over at home. They both moved out after years.. years of emotional abuse along with it. The person I've become is not one I'm able to recognize. I have an anxiety disorder now and I've tried to go to a therapist but It's really not helping so I stopped showing up. She told me to do meditation, breathing exercise, etc. It really wasn't anything new, I told her my coping methods and surprisingly... she was impressed. She said there are medications, but I'm not going to take drugs just yet because I want to try more things... as I am still young. Anyway, I do believe in God and I do pray. I started gaining faith in God right after I was thinking that one day if I have children I will baptize them just in case. I don't know why... but I very slowly started regaining faith. I can describe it as a seed growing. Just a note, step-father was a very arrogant atheist we used to have discussions and convinced me there is only one "realm", any faith I had before deteriorated... I did my own research when I started regaining faith and I'll tell you... life is starting to make sense to me. It's okay that this was an experience I went through because it all brought me to this moment where I do have faith. I don't take it for granted anymore because I know how it feels to be a complete mess and the feeling of being lost with no sense of direction... I just wanted to share this experience I had with a pastor years ago to people because I thought it was a strange one.. thanks for reading and God bless. 
