TC's, Alpha, God and me

As a child we always went to Sunday school me and my brothers. As I got older I was a Sunday school teacher and Sunday school Queen. My brothers had moved on to playing rugby by now!! This was all at the local Methodist church which was the only church I knew, living in a small village. Then during my late teens and early twenties life moved on. I got married moved away and had a child. After this I kept wondering about church and went to the odd service at various places but never really feeling just right anywhere. Then TC's started which I went to with my son. Great, fabulous, something we both enjoyed together.

After a few weeks Alpha was mentioned to me and I thought well why not, nothing to loose everything to gain! So I went along each week and began to enjoy it. I remember coming home from work one day after a really hard day, with a banging headache and thinking if this doesn't go I won't be going tonight. I made tea and took some tablets and sat with my eyes closed for half an hour and my headache went. Great I could carry on!
A few weeks later having discussed things in our Alpha group about God answering prayer it got me thinking about my headache and how being quiet it had disappeared. Somebody wanted me to go that night!
Not long after, another funny thing happened. My son was ill with a bad cough and the way he was coughing I thought no I won't be at Alpha tomorrow. I closed my eyes telling God it was me again and I needed his help. My son didn't get any worse that night and I could go to Alpha the next night.

This happened to me just a few weeks later. We had all been ill over the spring bank weekend. My husband went back to work on the Tuesday morning. I woke up feeling ill and headachy, probably dehydrated from loss of fluid. I remember thinking how will I cope today with a child then I thought about what had happened before when I had asked for God's help. I closed my eyes and asked for help to get me through that day. I must have gone back to sleep then, and when I was woken by my son I felt much better and able to face the day. Again my prayer had been answered.

At first I felt guilty as though I was always asking for things, but after a while I realised that God will always be there for you, if you ask for help. His answers to my prayers helped convince me that He is real, and there for ME.