I grew up in Western Australia. My father had been in the first world war and had lost his faith because of the war. He became a Communist and an Atheist. My sister and I were consistently told that there was no God. But he was a kind and honest man and a good father, except there was no God in our family. So I became very rebellious as a teenager. I married, and the hippy days came. My children were brought up without boundaries and my life was extremely dysfunctional. Then after 34 years of marriage my husband met another woman and left me. Because I was so devastated, I ended up at the age of 55 at a church where I asked Jesus into my heart. As the song goes, “Floods of joy o’er my soul Like the sea billows roll, Since Jesus came into my heart!”