After a fairly strict christian upbringing, I realized at a young age that it wasn't for me. I left the church, left home and got on with my life.
Many years later, not so long ago, I was sitting in the veggie patch picking green caterpillars off my cabbagy type plants. I looked up and felt the presence of God. I felt like I had done wrong by my kids by not giving them the opportunity to choose for themselves. I knew by now that the way my parents did it was probably too much focused on the things we couldn't do, and not so much on the freedom from this world that a relationship with God can give you. I at least wanted to give my kids a chance.
I started to pray. There were things we needed as a family as well as things to help us spiritually. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't find a church group close enough to us that had a children's programme.
In the meantime my parents, who had been travelling around in a caravan and working for many years, settled down in Port Lincoln. We knew that they wouldn't be dropping in from time to time for a visit and that if we wanted to see them sometimes we would have to move closer to them.
So the decision was made to move to Port Lincoln, 700 km away. We would be near family, old friends (for me, it's my hometown), a church, the beach and they had rain there.
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