I was born to a God-loving family on February 16, 1996. I grew up hearing and learning about God from birth, I invited Jesus to come into my life at the tender young age of 5 or so. But like most kids who grow up in Christian families, the impact of Jesus’ death for my sins, was never really a reality for me.
There isn`t any particular day that I recall accepting Christ as my Lord and Savior. He has always been. My family attended and served consistently in the Lutheran church. I was baptized as an infant, and attended two years of Christian study prior to confirming my faith and baptism publicly at the age of 16. As a young girl, I loved learning about God `s lessons for us in the Bible. I prided myself on knowing all the answers in Sunday school and spent many hours alone with the Lord, singing new songs straight from my heart to him, bringing my concerns to him in prayer, in constant awe of all He created and curling up in the safety and comfort of His arms. `Such as these` As an adult though, the questions got tougher, the concerns more complicated, the insecurities bigger and self-reliance more common.
I grew up going to church with my family, and lived in a mostly Christian home. My mom was a strong believer, but my dad didn’t participate in anything more than Easter and Christmas. My older brother and sister were always close to me, and together they shaped me the most during my childhood and youth. I moved to Kelowna when I was 10, and shortly after that my dad decided to leave our family. Looking back, I am able to see God’s protection over me because I don’t think I really felt the effects of that until years later. Though we learned to manage, my mom became severely depressed for a long time, which had its own effects on our family.
I lived selfishly, as though I was the most important person in my world. I was hard-hearted toward others and definitely did not entertain the notion of God being involved in my life, in any way. I ignored the most important responsibilities in my life: *My family, *My marriage, *My questions about God and eternity.
I was born and raised in a Christian home and grew up very involved in the church. I received Jesus as my Saviour when I was quite young and baptized at my church in Smithers. Despite having a great faith based home, I look back and realize I never did have a full understanding, or perhaps appreciation, of what it meant to receive the gift Jesus gives so willingly. In my late teens I grew away from the church & God.
I grew up in a Christian home and asked Jesus into my life at a young age. My parents were a good example of faith and Godly perseverance. They did a good job of raising me to love and fear the Lord, though it wasn’t until high school that I began to take it seriously. I noticed God’s faithfulness in my life and He drew me to know Him more.
I grew up in a home with loving, kind parents and a Mum and Grandma who made sure my brothers and I attended Sunday School at our Anglican Church on a regular basis. I loved being part of anything my Mum or Grandmothers were doing, which meant cooking, cleaning, caring for and generally serving those around them. My world view was formed by their values and their care for others and my weekly Sunday school lessons.
I grew up in a Christian home with parents who loved the Lord. I accepted Christ at a young age, and attending church has always been a part of my life. I’ve always known that I am a sinner, that Jesus died for my sins, that He loves me, and that He desires a relationship with me.
I grew up in a Christian home with three brothers. My Mom and Dad served faithfully in the Baptist Church we called home. As long as I can recall, my Mom directed the choir and my Dad served on the Board. My brothers and I developed close friendships in our church family and Sundays were always a mixture of ‘having to go’ to church and relishing the fun we would have with our friends.