I left the church when I was fourteen.
It took me twenty years to return.
When my daughter was born, I was blessed to find a sitter who lived nearby and who was also someone I met in labor class. Kathy was a new mom too and soon I found out she was a Christian as well.
When my daughter hit the terrible twos, she handed me a book by Dr. Dobson. I didn’t have a clue who he was but read it anyways. It wasn’t long before I was invited to mother and daughter banquets and special events at her church.
I cooperated, but felt uncomfortable back in this strange environment. My husband and I had never discussed the need for religion or even our personal beliefs. I wasn’t sure how to act or dress.
Then they invited my daughter to Awanas. Of course, we agreed but when it came to fulfilling the parents’ part, we balked. Take her to Sunday School and stay for church just so she could earn a badge?
I remember that Sunday well. How could I forget? The preacher talked about everything in our lives as though he’d peered through our windows that week before. My husband and I looked at each other in amazement.
What just happened?
We finally had our first conversation about religion on the trip home. Somehow God had paired two wayward Christians with similar backgrounds—we hadn’t thought it important enough to discuss until then.
I still regret those lost years. But I’m thankful for the found ones.
We never know how certain people will impact our lives. One chance meeting in a labor class changed me forever. Kathy never gave up. She saw a person in need and reached out.
I think of her today as I meet so many new people in my life here in Texas. What will be their impact on my life? What will be my impact on them?
So tell me, who has impacted your life most?