How I became a Christadelphian

God was at work from a very early age in my life. I was given up at birth for adoption and fostered for the first few months of my life. At 6 months I was adopted into a Christadelphian home – my Mum was a Methodist before she married my Dad and he was 2nd generation Christadelphian. First blessing – being adopted by them.

I had a Christadelphian upbringing along with my 2 brothers and 2 sisters and we all attended Sunday School, Bible hour, Study weekends etc. which was never a burden as our ecclesia was like one big happy family consisting of many families. One bible verse that I memorised in Sunday School around the age of 6 years was “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy 31 vs 6. How many times I would say this to myself in future years!

In my early teens I experienced a life changing experience (for the worse) and this made me gradually push back against all I had grown to believe. Eventually I decided that there was no need for God and that I could do better on my own. For a couple of years that worked well and I lived life to the full being both complacent and rebellious. Life was fab – or so I thought!

Throughout my wilderness journey the local ecclesia supported me despite my actions – their doors were always open regardless of whatever state I was in and I thank God that they never gave up on me – neither did my family. Prior to heading out on my wilderness journey a lovely brother had been through weeks of bible instruction with me and we made pages and pages of notes. To this day I still have them and am so grateful for the love and patience shown by him. Sadly, he passed away a while ago………to me he was an inspiration. In 1996 I applied for baptism – a life changing experience for sure.

At the time I was married to a non-believer and in some ways this made my faith stronger. After 23 years that relationship fell apart and I went with it. Too many pressures from many directions led me on a downward spiral and once again the ecclesia stood by me whilst I lost my way and supported me as much as they could, in my 2 years of floundering. Once again I discovered God as my rock at the bottom when I hit rock bottom. I knew that life was so dire that I would indeed be dead if I continued on that track. Disaster often occurs in the Bible before deliverance – so evident in my life too.

Not long after that I met John and many of you know our journey and what brought me to Nova Scotia. Throughout my life I have realised that whenever God sends us on a journey He provides adequate footwear for us.

My relationship with God has changed. In my younger years I used to be afraid of Him. I now seem him as a friend and someone who is there to help me; I guess my journey has brought me closer to Him. I am so grateful for all that He has done for me.

Wherever I am in the world I know He is with me. He is the one constant in life when family and friends come and go and I always remind myself that the environment that I temporally find myself in is less important than my relationship with God and my belief. In times of total darkness, I am in awe of His presence.

I have learned that facing my fears instead of being intimidated is okay as God is there to protect me and no one is too broken for God to repair. I pray to God to give me a passion to spread His word and am a living testimony that He is always there for us regardless of where we are in life and the circumstances we find us in. How different life may have been had I not been adopted into a Christadelphian family.

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