A few years ago, my partner and I started our Belief system on our bedroom wall. We called it the Great Wall. My partner, a then-Atheist, slowly began to unravel her belief in God, whatever that meant (at the time, and still, God exists because only a Great God could have created chocolate ice cream).

We demonstrated our beliefs by putting bits and pieces of our travels on a wall in our bedroom. Not silly tchotchkes, but a little piece of tile from a seminary in Seville, Spain, a buddah that someone had given me when I was pregnant, a set of prayer beads from a funeral of a dear friend. Over time, my partner began to discover what her faith in God was. She slowly moved from an atheist perspective to small reminders of the things she did believe in. Piece by small piece, we began to fabric together our faith.

Today, my former Atheist partner is full of fath: the one she built. It embodies all the pricipals of solid Jewish foundations, with belief in things I find silly like angels walking on earth (her dad, she believes), to blind belief in things being okay somehow, and a tinge of anger for things that are unjust. She underlines her now very strong faith with a big red underlining of her engineering mind and has complete faith that there are more things to add to our Great Wall.