Sometimes people are seemingly firmly rooted in their faith from the start. That would not be me. At the age of 9 I found myself forced to deal with the death of my father. February 27, 1973 marked the day that I found out that he had Leukemia which was also the day that his obituary was published in our local paper. I was angry at God for taking him and for the many changes in my family. For several years, I had a tenuous relationship with God. I would pull away and God stood still. While I was in graduate school I went through a divorce. Now, I was ready to reconstruct my relationship with God. Lucky for me, I met my husband of 17 years at church a week after I swore off men. We joined a church together and started building a life together on a house of rocks. Life has not always been easy but our faith and our church families have really helped us with every challenge that we have faced.