Life Stories (181)
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.
I always believed there was a God and he was good to me, but I never tried hard or even knew it was possible to know him more than that. I thought he looked down on things in a distant, somewhat impersonal way. As I went through young adult years at times I realized that He had blessed me my whole life in so many ways and in some way it felt too easy. I worked hard, relying on the gifts and talents he gave me, but there was a striving, there was a feeling it could all crumble. When would I get my big painful lesson? I couldn’t understand why so many people have to struggle, in such dire circumstances, where even survival is a gift, but I seem to go from blessing to blessing. At other times, my pride took control completely and took the responsibility and burden for success and failure and I felt my own effort and talents resulted in success more often than not.
I grew up in a home where my mom was a believer who attended church regularly and my dad was a non-believer who didn’t attend church. I attended church regularly with my mom all throughout my childhood but, in my teens, I lost my enthusiasm. I could never really grasp the message during the very traditional church service and found it boring. This fact coupled with the incongruencies in my home led me away from the church. From the time I was in my mid-teens until 7½ years ago, I only attended church at Christmas and sometimes Easter. I didn’t read the Bible and prayed only occasionally. I had become disconnected although I always believed in God. In my experience, I had never learned how to have a relationship with Jesus. I didn’t even know that a relationship is what he desires from us!
I asked Jesus to come into my life at a young age with my mom. I enjoyed learning about and following Jesus. But during high school, I grew far from the Lord and was more interested in doing my own will. Which, as it goes, led to some really bad choices!
I was born in England, middle son of three boys, my mother was a Catholic and my father an Atheist, and without my father we attended church regularly. We moved to Canada in 1991 and at this point in my life I made the bold statement that if God did exist, he certainly did not love me and so I wanted nothing to do with him, this is due to many things but mostly my troubled relationship with my older brother.
“Jesus loves me, this I know.” I actually don’t remember a time not knowing this. I grew up with parents who loved and followed Christ. They placed me in a Bible believing community, which encouraged me from a young age to find, love and serve Jesus.
Out of that childhood, came a clear understanding that God loved me. I was a sinner and that Jesus died on the cross to save me and reconcile me to God.
I was blessed to grow up in a God-following home. I don’t have a distinctive moment of conversion; I have a lifetime of God’s gentle calling me to Him. Without God, my life was fearful and aimless. My faith came alive in high school, when I was making choices about my career, my church, and my friends. God showed me, especially through music, art, and His creation that He created me – special, loved, His daughter. He has shown me through His Word that He is Lord, and that Jesus died for me. I am a sinner, and even though He is sinless, Jesus took my guilt for me to the cross. Through Christ, I know that I am a new creation! As I have grown in my relationship with the LORD, He has taken my fears away, and replaced them with peace and joy!