Hi, I’m Lynn...

I’d like to take a few moments to help you get to know a little about me and share with you why I love my God and my church family here at North Park.


It was a cool night in June of 1970 when I was born to …ok, I won’t take you that far back! I would like to take you back to when I was sure I knew everything…you know, senior in high school…the world was mine to conquer. I remember graduation night, or at least the first half of the night. You see, I liked to party and had developed an addiction to alcohol. At this point it was an emotional addiction…I loved the high. I could be who ever I wanted, forget what I wanted to forget and have an incredibly good time. The problem is that as I continued down this path it became a physical addiction. Although I was able to hold down a job, go to college, a decent place to live, a few friends…I wasn’t in control. I started thinking about all of the things I had been taught in school and church when I was a young child. I didn’t act on those thoughts, but they slowly started claiming more and more of my thought life.


I continued under the control of alcohol, ignoring God ’s prompting to get out of the cycle of abuse that was destroying my life. When I was in my mid 20’s I had a turning point. I wasn’t one to get in much trouble, so when I found myself in jail I was forced to look at what put me there…and how was I going to get out! When I got out the next morning I drove to North Park. I started going to services once or twice a month. I was trying to sneak in and out undetected, but there were a few folks that wouldn’t let that happen (thank you, Lord). I started developing friendships and found myself preferring their company to the company my current lifestyle was providing. As I continued to grow relationships here I found I was open to the prompting of the Holy Spirit and on February 27th of 1993 I claimed Romans 10:13 “for everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved”. There were times before that day that I felt close to God, but that is the day I laid my broken heart and spirit at God’s feet and asked Him to forgive me and come to live in me.


It ’s been 15 years…there have been some great moments in my life since then. I have built many incredible relationships here at North Park, been involved in coaching and playing on our softball teams, have the privilege of worshiping in an auditorium full of people who love God (and me) and have more recently become involved in our Awana program. I have had some tough times too. The past few years have been some of the hardest of my life. I lost my father to cancer, lost two grandparents and recently watched God call my Mom home as she lost a 6 year battle with cancer. Today I find myself in a battle. I became bitter and angry with God over the past few years and am presently fighting my way back to believing and trusting in Him for everything. I would love to tell you that it has been easy, it hasn’t. What I can tell you is that God never left me, and he used (and is using) this body of believers to help me see Him, even in the storms.
My Mom was right…you can feel the purity of God’s love in this place!