I am conflicted as to whether I can or even want to believe in God. (using capital G out of respect) I can't separate love of God and my JW life. I pioneered for 10+ years, and thank goodness for that, because I can now easily memorize anything and read upside down. I abhor flat shoes, floral skirts and sternly reject persons who wear high heels without hose.
I'm angry at the whole concept. I know religious friends and co-workers, and they seem content with their practice of religion. I have ingrained in me that if you know 'it' you're obligated to practice 'it' wholly-that lends to the whole ugly holy belief system and lists of dos and do nots or else. If God is indeed real, I don't believe that he/she/them has anything but love and acceptance for you/us/me. I admire the people I know who believe in God and/or Jesus, are confident with it and don't live an austere life as a result.
When I analyze what I believed or was led to believe as a Hoho, I conclude this: As a JW I believed that God is an angry God who feeds on our soldiering endurance and tears, and we can appease him by being superior to others.