Brief Background:

I was born in Treliske Hospital, Truro, Cornwall, on 02/05/94 at 1.28AM. Due to behavioural difficulties, I had been in and out of various behaviour plans in order to understand my own behaviour and trying to find a way of managing my own temper and taking responsibility for my own actions. At one point my mum and I had to go to an assessment unit for a month, so that my behaviour could be observed by ‘professionals’ but this concluded after a week, when my mum said we were leaving after I broke a thermostat, baby gate and various other items in the building.

The last thing we tried was foster carers once a week, but this ended when I saw the male carer watching explicit pornography on the television. My life in Cornwall ended in August 2008 when I moved to Southampton for the foreseeable future to stay in residential care.

Life with God:

I thought I would write this testimony to show how much I have improved since arriving at the feet of God in September 2008. I was greeted by members at New Hope. I’ve never met people as cool, chilled and relaxed and welcoming in my life. I fully laid my life down to God at the age of 14 at BreakThrough (now Encounter).

I found being a Christian quite hard at first. My attitude was like “Yeah, I am a Christian but what on earth is that!” But I have now matured into a respectable young man. When I first went to church I thought it was just for the donuts and the girlies but now it is something more serious than that. It is worshipful response, knowing that Jesus died on the cross for you and your future lies ahead of you, and that should be given respect even if you are not a believer. I felt very upset when I asked my mum if I could be baptised in early 2009 and she said no. I thought she didn’t love me and didn’t wish a good future for me. But she thought it was a five minute phase I was going through, where you pick it up and then put it down. But on Christmas eve 2009, after experience the church for her first time, she said I could get baptised.

I thought this was a massive step for her, as she never took me to church bar once when my granddad died. I wanted to tell my mum how I felt, but I then decided against it, because I thought it would put a strain on her relationship with God. When my mum had a heart attack in April 2009 my relationship with God had went from little to loads.

To Conclude:

Danny