I grew up going to church. Every Sunday we would all go along, apart from my Dad. He was anti church and God! I however, always believed God was real and I remember talking to Him a lot as a child. I knew He heard everything I said. I don’t know how I knew, I just did.

At the church we went to, they had children’s books for sale and one Sunday my mum bought Jesus the Healer for me. It was full of the miracles of Jesus and I read it over and over again. I must have only been about 5 or 6 at the time but I had this revelation that Jesus didn’t just heal then, He was still healing today.

Time went by and a new curate came to the church who was baptised in the Spirit. What was known as the Charismatic Movement had started and people were seeing the power of God at work in incredible ways. I was fascinated and this curate offered to take some of the young people to a Pentecostal church in Birmingham where miracles were happening. I was in! I witnessed amazing things there and was prayed for to be filled with the Spirit. We went every week for many years and my love for God increased.

I know at some point I prayed the prayer of salvation and asked Jesus into my heart, but I knew He was already there. He’d drawn me to Him as a child and we’d built a relationship that has lasted almost half a century. It’s a privilege to know Him and have Him in my life. I can’t imagine what it would be like to live without Him. He’s the best friend I have.