How did I learn of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit?  I know he has always been with me.  I look back at my life and only wish I had started this journey earlier.  As children we are at our parents, in my case, I think, grandparents mercy.  I never remember my mother or my grandparents stepping foot in church.  We never had a conversation about religion or their beliefs, I got my early learning from my friends who were for the most part Catholic.  I loved the mantias, the confirmation, the beauty of the Catholics, even if I didn't understand what it was all about.

I went to friends church sometimes, not Catholic unless it was a wedding or jamica.  My first memory of being in Church was the First Christian Church in Laredo.  I went with my friend Nancy Gardner.  Her father was a Sunday school teacher.  I remember I had fun.  Didn't really know what to do during church, but did like everyone else even when I took communion.

I went to the Episcopal Church a few times.  I realized right away it was a lot like the Catholic church.  Loved the ceremony of the service.  Still do.  I feel like I am closer to God on my knees.