Before I came to university I called myself a Christian but the reality was that i was getting sick of the idea of God. It always felt like He judged me, and in my head, had no right to. I was eager to get to uni and start a new life away from Him. When I arrived I fed straight into the drinking culture. It was both terrifying and fascinating how at home I felt when I was out drinking with my friends. I got into lots of trouble because of it. Ironically it was a bad experience with alcohol that sobered me to the idea of God. After waking up stuck to the floor and having no idea how I got there, I felt alone and lost. It wasn't how I planned my new life to be. Some might call that a good night or a mad party, but to me it felt different. I felt like an outsider in my own body. Luckily a friend of mine invited me along to church, and when I got there, I didn't hear God hating me for what I had done. Instead I heard him say that despite what I had done and how far I thought I had fallen he still loves me and still wants me back. It was a truth i had known my whole life but at that moment it hit me like a ton of bricks, God loves me and always will, no matter what i do or say or think or no matter who i’am. That’s pretty nice. So yea, i have decided to give my life to God, and what’s even better is that, with him, it’s a life worth giving.