There are moments that leave us breathless. They’re so beautiful that we remember them for the rest of our lives. I have many moments like that, which makes it hard to choose just one. For example, the day I got married in front of a church, or the day my children were born. Those moments are at the top of my list. However, I believe the most beautiful moment of my life was the day I regained my faith after a lifetime of agnosticism.

I remember that day four years ago. I was on the terrace of my parents’ house. I had spent several days filled with mixed feelings, and my emotions were all tangled up. In the middle of my life, I felt at my personal peak, yet at the same time in the darkest abyss. The sunset was beautiful and the mountains were clear. I remember an indescribable light illuminating everything, and the sky filling with many colors. I couldn’t stop crying. I climbed to the highest part of the house, opened my arms, and breathed several times— as slowly as I could. That day I felt I had recovered my faith, and that the answers to all my questions were within me. I felt that everything made sense again and that I had been given a second chance. I felt that God had returned to my life like an electric shock that brings us back from spiritual death. From that day on, everything changed for me; everything in my life has improved.

I wish I could freeze that sunset and live in it forever.