I didn’t come from a believing family, but a caring one. My realisation that there was more to living and dying was a gradual process, which seemed to start around 30 years of age.
No doubt there was work going on during this time of which I was not aware. I started going to church (for my children to be baptised). I went to Spring Harvest. There was no one clear event or thunderbolt but a continual prompting of coincidences that encouraged me to understand that life was made up of so much more than breathing and acquisition.
I began to feel more content with giving rather than taking. I became aware of walking with God alongside me, through joys and sorrows.