I was born into the Christian faith, my Grandfather was a devout Catholic and my mother is a deacon at an Evangelical church in Balham. Before motherhood I was not consistent with my faith but I’ve always been a believer and would pray if I had any personal struggles. I’m a mother of two boisterous boys, Nathaniel who is two and a half and Theo who is 7 months. We’ve had Nathaniel baptised and hope to get Theo baptised in August.
Three weeks after my eldest son was born, I suffered with postnatal depression and was at my lowest point ever! I knew I needed to find some inner peace or at least a coping mechanism to deal with the depression. I didn’t want to take pills so started to read the book of Psalms which helped, but I still wanted more. After procrastinating for about two weeks, Nathaniel and I attended our first church service together at St John’s. I’ve never looked back since. It definitely helped with my depression!
On the 21st December last year I had a car accident. It was late at night, I was shattered, the weather was horrendous, it was raining heavily and to top it all off the boys were in the car crying. I was anxious to get home. I lost concentration for a split second and went through a red light at a major junction and hit another car on their passenger side which made their car flip in the air and land on its back! My air bags deployed in my car and the boys were now screaming hysterically but I knew they were ok. When I looked over my shoulder and saw the car I hit, not only was it upside-down but it was in pieces. I had this sinking feeling in my stomach, I’d thought killed someone. I started to cry uncontrollably.
When the emergency services arrived they confirmed that the other driver was alive and well with no injuries, which was a shock to everyone. One officer jokingly said, “you must have an angel watching over you”. It was at that moment I felt something. I can’t articulate exactly what I felt but the accident strengthened my faith immensely. Maybe it was God’s way of telling me to slow down. I’m always rushing around trying to do a thousand things at once. I needed to pause for a moment and be still. I haven’t driven since the accident but right now I am happy to jump on a bus to get around – the boys prefer that as well. I’ve learnt that my life is a marathon and not a sprint!