I'm Rob and I am a writer living in Warwickshire, England. I studied English and trained as a teacher at Birmingham University but I moved back to my beloved Dorset on the south coast as soon as possible. There I remained until I was drawn north again to Warwickshire to marry my beautiful Amy. She is an amazing person with an amazing story, and she has taught me so much about the importance of prayer.

 

Coming to Christ

 

     So far, my journey to God has been a mixture of rough and smooth with as much running away from God as running to Him. I first went to church (out of choice) when I was about fourteen, and unfortunately for me it turned out to be a bit of a mad church... you don't need to hear the details. Suffice to say that I came to doubt everything these folks had told me about and that included the Love of God. My faith took a bit of a battering over those years - but my problem was with the behaviour of His followers rather than with the Lord. I think that there was something of a prayer shortfall in those painful years. There was a happy ending though.

 

     When I arrived at Birmingham Uni it was not long before I ended up on comfy chair, cup of tea in hand, at St. Francis Hall Chaplaincy. Because of my childhood upbringing, I wandered into the Anglican Chaplain's office. After listening to me he invited me back again and gave me his card. He also invited me to a social at which I met some rather attractive Christian girls. God does not always work in mysterious ways! Ask any Christian guy, and his testimony will probably begin, "Well, there was this girl at youth club I fancied and...". I was 19 and He worked through Caroline, Claire and Jo (Catholic, Methodist and Anglican respectively). They were all thoroughly nice to me but Caroline in particular took me under her wing. She sat me down in the pub and over a few months let me talk out my anger and frustration and pain. It must have been very boring for her, but, I am sure, she prayed for me. To cut short a long story (mostly about her making me come to regular small group meetings), she turned me around and I came back to Jesus, admittedly as an Anglican!

 

Just over a year later I met Amy, and in praying with her and for her, my tiny faith was built up. My story with her and the details of our lives are our own, but we couldn't get by without God. There are some weights that you can't bear without the Creator Himself helping you. But I wouldn't swap her for anyone because we are also blessed with tonnes of joy and silliness too!

 

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Photographs

 

The picture below was taken on a walking holiday in Ireland. Usually I don't

like pictures of me, but this one with my trusty expedition hat is at least passable.

 

 

Below is a picture of a friend and me on holiday in Cornwall. Compared

to the one above, it is an excellent picture of me (I'm the one in the hat).