This is Katy’s story.
I grew up in a Christian home in Southern California. My dad was a pastor from when I was a baby until about thirteen. I grew up in a family where both my grandfathers were pastors, in fact, pretty much my whole family had lineage of being Protestant Christian except my Grandma. Her parents were Mormon and then converted to Protestant.
My relationship started with God from when I was very young. My parents brought me up in it and when I was five, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. Of course, I didn’t understand it in the context of my own relationship, but I understood it in the context of my parents' relationship with God. For many years, I would rebel, come back to the Lord, rebel, come back to the Lord, because it wasn’t real for me. I think my first real experience with the Lord was when I was seventeen. I was being naughty, sewing wild oats and realized it was not where I wanted to go. I was working through my own relationship with God verses my parents’ relationship with God.
