My life began with chaos. An abusive, alcoholic father and constant fights between my parents. They were divorced when I was five,and as he promised,my father took me, my sister and brother away from our mother, and for three years, we lived moving from state to state after debts accumulated. Our churched grandparents persuaded our father to let me and my sister live with them during our school year, and so I learned about the existence of God.
Once my grandmother told me I was in trouble and I needed to go say my prayers. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong. I went to a corner of my room and cried my heart out and prayed that God would protect me. That was when I knew God loves me, for he did protect me from the pain of hard wallops with the back of a brush wielded by my grandmother. The night my mother and new stepfather kidnapped us back from our father, we all had a Bible study and praise for our rescue.
In a short time, I accepted Jesus’ sacrifice and began to learn how to love God back. All of us in my new family had emotional baggage from our previous lives, but we strived to follow God’s path, and so we grew. After that, Jesus was a part of my life, ever present. I went through times when I drifted away from Him, but He never let me go. And each time I returned to His path, I found a new level, a new depth, of joy for my life.
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