by Isabelle Beaudet
Mother Jennifer asked if we would share the story of our faith journey. A bit of history perhaps to begin with. Both my husband and myself grew up in faith based homes. Mostly, in the early years of our marriage, we attended Anglican churches but also went to various other denominations such as United, Roman Catholic, Baptist, Pentecostal, Community Alliance church, always looking for a spiritual place to belong, and a place that welcomed children.By the mid 1980s, we had drifted away from the church altogether, occasionally thinking we should try to find a spiritual home once again.
In the fall of 1989, our daughter was involved in a very serious car accident. We spent several days at Sunnybrook staying with her as she lay comatose in the ICU. On one of our days there, in an elevator of all places, God chose to send us a message, a message that others cared for us in this extremely traumatic situation. For on the elevator, we met a curate from our local parish in Ajax that we had known when we attended there a few years before. She was most supportive, immediately offering any assistance, involving the parish priest who visited our home.
Our daughter passed away. The funeral was at our local church, which we had stopped attending. We found solace there and renewed our faith in God.
Guide us by your powerful hand to know and trust you more. Amen.