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It was prior to my departure to the UK I went through a horrific period of a few weeks. These weeks were spent agonising with God about who I was. Was I to get married? Was I supposed to live in Kalgoorlie? Was I to be in the job I am doing? Am I going to have kids? Am I meant to be here at all? Am I straight? Am I gay? In the end I cried myself to sleep on many occasions, wondering if God was with me at all.

God had his next ace (which he never runs out of) to play in the game called my life (I apologise if this terminology upsets anyone, it seems appropriate, as I have been playing a hand against God at times in my life, and He never gives up, and always seems to come up trumps in the end).

He introduced me to a young man in the UK called Gareth. Gareth is a Christian man, who, for many years has known he is gay, and is proud to be a Christian as well. He is a man who is at peace with who he is, and is at peace with God. God has looked after him even when he has had to endure psychotherapy (which he was taken to as a teenager), and much more (I'll let him tell his story elsewhere). Gareth has ministered to many people, and in churches, who never knew he was gay. God honoured him at all times, and his ministry still continues to this day.

Gareth and I were chatting to people in a channel, when it became evident that we had things in common, our main one being the faith we hold in Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour.

Over the next few months we chatted, and discussed. We found out where each of us were going to, and where we had gone in our faith. We cherished the capability to be honest with someone else in the world, without being condemned.

Gareth and I talked even during the time that was painful and almost a total disaster for me personally, professionally, and spiritually. At all times, God never gave up on me, and Gareth never gave up on me. He like a number of other special men in this world, kept faith in me, as I kept faith in God.

On the trip to the UK I had arranged to meet Gareth, and go to his home for a few days. It was a blind trip, but something in me was at total peace about going. I believe it was God preparing me for the first few days of the next stage of my life. A stage that has brought me so much joy.