Life Lessons: Living in hope of a reunion

Angie Jones shares the indescribable pain of losing two of her children, alongside the joy of seeing God bring something good out of the sorrow 

I was born in 1954, the oldest child with three siblings. My dad was a farm labourer and we lived in a tied cottage on a farm in Coggeshall, Essex. I loved living on the farm and growing up in the countryside. 

Then the farm changed hands, and the new owner didn’t want my dad to work for him. That meant he lost his job, and we lost our home within a matter of weeks. My dad managed to get enough for a mortgage, and my parents bought a little house in the middle of Coggeshall. I was about six when we moved into the town, and I hated it. I was used to open fields, and suddenly we were surrounded by houses. I used to cry at night and pray: “Please God, will you move me from this place?”