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I became a Christian when I was a teenager, about 14 – 15 years old, I attended church quite some years before that. As I got older discos and boys seemed more appealing so I gradually stopped going to church. It wasn’t long before I became pregnant. I had my son and moved to Oxford, as my parents had thrown me out, and learned to grow up quickly, I was only seventeen at the time. I met another man and moved back to Witney and had another son with him, we lived together for about ten years, he was violent towards me but not the children. We sold our house and went our separate ways, he still saw the boy’s at weekends.
Years went by living with just myself and the boy’s, still not going to church, doing my own thing, thinking I could do things my way.
Aaron, my eldest son left school and got the job he wanted, I thought everything was fine. Then one day he didn’t come home from work, the next thing was the police were knocking on my door. My son had dived off a bridge onto a dual carriage way in front of a coach.
Telling my Mum and Dad was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Their grandson had killed himself. It must be my fault.
The funeral arrangements were made and the funeral director suggested that if I needed someone to talk to a lady vicar he knew would come and see me. I agreed, but I didn’t want her to talk about God. I was so angry. How could he do this to me? She came and never mentioned him. I also started to go to spiritual churches thinking I could get in contact with my son (Silly me). The vicar never gave up on me, a friend whom I hadn’t seen since I was a child came to see me, it was the first time I had been out since Aaron’s death, she said nothing, she just came and gave me the biggest hug. Through all the grief not one person had done that. I cried, she cried, then she told me she had just become a Christian.
I had realised all the time God had been with me even though I didn’t want him, was angry with him and blamed him he knew what it felt like to loose a son, he knew the pain I was going through. I am now back at church, have been baptised and determined to stay with the Lord, please him and do whatever he wants me to do and thank him.
Thank you Jesus
Sue Webster
Sue’s Story