You’ve shared your witness and it sounds true to me, and I’m a spirit redneck :-)
I grew up a nasty idealist. I could have been one of the screaming liberals so often spoken about here. I had some inklings of good, but had no good spirit to feed it from (mom was pretty sour and self centered, where all had to wrap around her own glory, or else around winning praise from the world, and dad was often wrapped up in himself). I even knew that there could be, in principle, such a thing as a good spirit to feed from, and I knew there was a God, but I did not connect the two. Maybe I wasn’t ready to accept that such a spirit came from God, I was so wrapped up in me when I wasn’t trying to get bits of love from the world.
But even then, I was ready to go home. I was blessed with parents and grandparents that were strong in faith and church. Even though they failed, they set a standard that I still try to, and fail to, live up to today.
/johnny