My husband had impressed on me, probably unintentionally, that at the age of 32 it was the downhill track to the end! This was definitely rather depressing!
I had been brought up in a Christian home; my father’s faith was based on imperatives, and much guilt, even to the end when he considered his cancer a God given punishment for his unfaithfulness. My mother always came back from church rather elated, and we as children knew the rules of God, but not a lot more.
Our 2 year old daughter was in need of grommets because her hearing was so impaired. I was beset with fear about an operation under aesthetic, my sister had been involved in a car crash, and I knew that life could be taken at any time any place.
When a friend, who was having a few people for drinks, started talking about people experiencing miracles of healing at her church, and that anyone could come on a Tuesday morning – I made a decision to bring my daughter.
It was a coffee morning setting, there were no children – I rather dreaded that my very alert daughter may cause distractions. Worship started – they lifted their hands and I thought “Oh No”! my daughter who was sitting with complete concentration nudged me and said “Mummy Mummy, you go like this”, and she opened out her two tiny hands. I started to weep and could not stop when they sang “And when Your hand is on this child Your healing I receive”. They then told of a boy who had been at a special school and they had prayed for him – he slept for 3 days and now was healed and in mainstream education.
I heard but could not believe. At the end they asked to pray for my daughter – she said “Yes her hearing was better, thank you” but she was just being polite. I was still completely broken and they asked if I would like prayer and I agreed – all dignity was out of the window so I had nothing to lose. I drove home. I had to pull into a layby. I just could not quantify the peace. I lived on my nerves in the past. It was the most indescribable peace. I was late collecting my husband – he was very justifiably annoyed but it was as if he was saying that the sky was blue with a breeze and all was well. That was 27 years ago, I have followed Jesus since. I have known a gift which was completely unexpected – being a very unaware person in the natural! I have been fortunate in finding places to worship and inspiration as we moved from London to other places in the UK.
I had longed for years to go to Bible school but realised with a family that it would really be a stretch too far. I was invited to come to a Bible Study which I have been doing for the last four years – it has transformed my walk with God.
I have found out about Him for myself, and then get together with others to check up! The result is such confidence and a daily delight! The Holy Spirit is amazing and together with knowledge of the Bible, equips and is an unending story of hearing, learning and doing and also simply being. I still am amazed how there is not a stampede to become followers of Jesus Christ