My mum was from a Sikh background but left home and tradition when she was forced into an arranged marriage. Dad was stopped attending church when his parents divorced at an early age.
They brought me up believing there was a God, but not a personal one I could relate to or know. We moved around various groups like the Baha'i faith for a few years but never really found satisfying answers.
It was on a youth venture camp when I was 15 that I started going to church. I heard about Jesus through verses from the Bible and it all fit together with what I knew of myself and world; I realised the impersonal God I thought there was that I even prayed to when in despair, was actually a personal God made known through Jesus. He loves and cares for me, even in my messy state, and all through my life he'd been searching for me to bring me to Himself.