I think I'll start with the fact that I was a Sunday school drop off child. I went to church with a neighbor friend from the third grade to high school, and was confirmed there in the sixth grade. My parents went to this church for a few years, as well. In high school I went with another friend to her church, then in my junior year, went to church with my boyfriend and his family. I remember reading the Bible and not quite understanding what I was reading, yet I considered myself a believer.
My high school boyfriend and I have been married for 36 years. We both fell away from God in our twenties. He was more an agnostic, and I proclaimed myself to be an atheist. I had always been a "good" child, but considered myself a late bloomer, and did some things that do not bear repeating.
In 1978, we had a son, then in 1982 a daughter. We had settled down by then, and I was acting more like an adult than I had been in previous years. During this time, I started wondering about God. I could see others believed, but did not know how to. When our daughter was a couple years old, I started asking friends if they believed in God. I got a variety of answers. Those who said they did, were uncomfortable talking about it, and none said anything about Jesus, that I could recall.
When our son was 5, he went to preschool in a nearby church. Around that time, he decided he wanted to go to church. I decided that I wanted to take the kids to church so they could learn about God, and maybe something would catch for them that hadn't for me, and they would believe. Once we started going, I decided that I should read the Bible, since that's what people who go to church do. I tried getting my husband to go, but he still hasn't.
In July of 1984, I was working in my herb garden, and don't remember what I was thinking about preceding this, but do remember asking "Jesus, is it you?" and immediately I was given the gift of faith. Oh, my! What a trip it's been! I think I'll stop here, and add more next time.