I cannot remember my earliest days of attending church. We went every Sunday to church religiously. Our church was St. John’s Anglican in North Vancouver. This was the church after we had immigrated to Canada from England. I was in Sunday school, youth choir, and youth group as was my brother and sister. My brother was also alter boy. We never thought much about going to church it was just something we did and enjoyed. Never thought we were religious, we just went to church, believed and prayed. I guess it is something that has always been part of who I am. We prayed every night before bed and felt good about our prayers we were little kids, kneeling by our beds with our arms resting on the bed, praying with our hands together. 

We were always brought up to treat people how you would like to be treated yourself, and that has been my motto all my life, and have taught my family the same. I love to help people and volunteer and have volunteered just  about my whole life and cannot remember not doing so.

I guess when I think about it, my parents were amazing Stewards as well as my church and I must have learned from all. I was reading recently some pages my mom wrote, and I find myself agreeing. She wrote, “my prayers have always been answered in one way or another, not necessarily in the way I asked, but always in a way that I  know God had listened. Prayers I have learned are not always answered immediately. We must not give up, have patience and have faith and continue to ask God for what we want and it will happen. “ 

I thank my blessings every day for having such wonderful parents, a wonderful, loving family, amazing friends, and my Loving church family.