I wasn't brought up in a Christian home, so my knowledge of the Bible was limited to what I learned at a Methodist Sunday school (though my attendance was irregular), and Monday morning primary school assemblies when the vicar of St James' Church came.
Even before my conversion I had always had a sense of God, or at least that there
was something more. By the time I reached the sixth form I had begun to search for
that something more. I attended the Christian Union meetings held on Wednesday’s
after school where I heard and discussed parts of the Bible. The truth was I simply
didn't understand what I heard, and didn't know about gaining God's forgiveness, so I drifted away.
It wasn't until I reached a crisis point in my life that I began to search again - there
had to be something better, more meaningful. My mum had become a Christian several years before me and I could see a change had taken place in her. I told her how I felt, and her reply led me to take a life changing step. She told me clearly and succinctly what Jesus had done for me because He loved me, and what I had to do to allow Him to change my life.
I took that step, and on 18 February 1988 asked forgiveness for my sins and
acknowledged Jesus as my Saviour. I was 21 years old, a wife and mother to a baby daughter.
Life subsequently hasn't always been easy because I am a Christian; I have
known hardship and heartache, but through all of it I have known and continue to
know the love of Jesus, and joy through obedience to God.
