Life Stories (226)
I was born in Penticton, but moved to the coast where I received all my schooling. I didn’t grow up in a Christian home, and so didn’t understand anything about the Christian faith. As a young person I loved playing and watching sports. In the 50’s, there were no sports on TV on Sundays, so one Sunday I found myself watching a TV evangelist instead. After the program I repeated the sinner’s prayer, but I didn’t really know what it meant. A few years later I was invited to a camp sponsored by Young Life. I heard the gospel again, and I accepted it, but I still didn’t fully understand. There was no follow up so not much changed in my life.
I am blessed to have grown up in a loving Christian home. I was captured at a young age by the idea of God having a plan and a purpose for my life. It has been a guiding principle of my life. In my early teens I chose Jeremiah 29:11 as my life verse.“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a hope.”
I accepted Christ into my heart during the spring of 2002. I grew up in an Anglican home where my father was the priest. He died when I was 11 years old and at that time I drifted away from the church and God. I spent most of my life doing my own thing. I found my way back to church due to some relationship struggles and within a few months, I had given my life over to the Lord. I became involved in a small group almost immediately, where I grew in my faith and knowledge. My enthusiasm and involvement in church activities was very life changing. On February 14, 2004, I was baptized in a friend’s hot tub in their backyard with my small group and family present.
Before I received Christ, I lived in rebellion. I thought I was “covered” because I had been raised in a Christian home, brought up with Christian values, lovingly guided by two committed Christian parents, and baptized as a baby. What I came to understand after I had made a mess of my life, was that I couldn’t clean it up by myself, that I wasn’t covered after all, and that I needed to personally accept Jesus Christ as my savior. I was led back to church by my children. They were attending kid’s events, and having way too much fun - so I had to investigate!
My walk with Christ started at a very young age. I was born into a Christian family who loved God and strived to make Him the centre of our home. I was enrolled in a Christian School and spent most of my time in a very supportive, Christian environment. Outwardly I was very good at following the rules and never strayed away from Him. However, it wasn’t until my later years in high school that I began to take on this faith as my own. It was in grade 11and 12 that I really began to seek and try and understand fully who God was and what Christianity meant to me.
I grew up in a Christian home. I went to church three times on Sunday, and a couple of time during the week. Our church loved the Word of God. They preached the scriptures, taught the scriptures and we memorized the scriptures. I grew up in a healthy spiritual environment. Doesn’t that sound like a recipe for a perfect Christian life? Certainly a good foundation, but I still had choices to make. As a young person I made a choice that brought a lot of trouble into my life. I married an unbeliever. We were both convinced that he was on the road to becoming a believer, but it didn’t happen. In fact, after our marriage he drifted farther away, and after only a few years I found myself a single mother with a young son to raise alone.
For as long as I can remember, I have been serving Jesus. I grew up in a loving, Christian home and have been involved with the church since a very young age. I am incredibly thankful for my upbringing and the people God has placed in my life. To say that my faith, however, was always healthy, is not the case. As a young adult, I was far more concerned with what people thought of me than of what God thought (a.k.a. pride!). I would build my spiritual resume and then hope to receive recognition from those around me. I also had my life planned out and became a master at accomplishing all of MY goals and dreams.
I grew up in a Christian home so I have no memories of life without knowledge of Christ. I don't really remember when I received Christ either. All I remember is when I decided to start taking him seriously, which was a year after high school. I had a few strong years building my relationship with God and attended one year of bible school. Then came my 20's. I could sum up my 20's with God this way, "He gives, I take". Unfortunately, it took a few years before I discovered my own selfishness. I had my priorities all mixed up. I placed myself and my desires before my marriage and definitely before God. Looking back, I can't stress enough the importance of accountability.God brought some strong, Godly friends into my life. These guys helped me refocus my priorities. They prayed FOR me and prayed WITH me. A few years ago, God refined me and gave me the courage to change the course of my life.
I was not raised in Christian Home but my Grandmother took me to Sunday school and VBS when I was little. There was also a lady across the street who took a group of neighborhood girls to Pioneer Girls and I remember asking Jesus into my heart one night after class.But as I got older Jesus seemed like just a nice Sunday school story, he didn’t seem like he was real in my life. As a teenager I started to get involved in drugs and alcohol which lead me down a destructive path of poor choices and difficult years. By the time I was 18 I was hanging around with drug dealers and people who were using heavy drugs.
I was raised in a home with a wonderful, loving mother, older brother and sister and one younger brother. My father wasn’t home much and when he was he was extremely verbally and physically abusive so much so that my mother was often afraid for her and our lives. My mother always made sure that all of us were involved in sports and different things in spite of basically raising the 4 of us on her own. I still don’t understand why my dad would never come to any of our sports events but I do know now, that my Heavenly Father was always there.