***Disclaimer*** I do not own or claim to own the copyright for any
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message me and I will respectfully remove them. Thank you. Daughter of
the King of Kings, widow and mom. Testimony: I was raised in a
Catholic home and started doubting all their teachings as an older
teen (19). I proceeded to denounce my religion and God’s existence.
I hated anything Christian as I associated it with my childhood. As a
kid I was a loner and preferred my own company over that of anyone
else. I thought being a good person meant being perfect and doing
everything I was told to do. In middle school I was diagnosed with
depression and began to cause harm to myself. I never learned how to
handle anything in a healthy manner and led a very destructive and
angry life. I found out at 17 I am adopted and that caused a downward
spiral that lasted for months. My life didn’t really mean anything
to me so I read up on and studied Taoism, Buddhism, Voo-Doo, various
forms of Wicca, and Satanic rituals. At one point I even withdrew from
all religions and decided there was no god at all. I was raped at
knife point when I was 21 and spent 7 years blaming myself and living
in a dark void. I have always struggled with depression and
self-mutilation and things just proceeded to get worse. During those
times I was out partying and taking home guys I just met. I drank
until I couldn’t stand straight, smoked weed at every opportunity,
defied authority. I got my tongue pierced and was thinking about
getting tattooed. I spent days feeling worthless, hating myself and
the rest of the world. I became suicidal at one point and was
hospitalized after overdosing twice. I started dating women and took
pride in being lesbian. I was abusive and violent. I was
self-destructive and self-mutilating for years. I felt alone and
didn’t know where to go or what to do. Every minute of every day
became a struggle for me. After getting pregnant and being left by the
father I started going back to my habit of self-harm. At the time I
was living with my parents (at 24 yrs old) with my daughter and they
wanted me to be a stay at home mom so that’s what I did. Because of
this, I had no transportation and the only church I could walk to was
the one I was raised in. I started going there for a little while but
it didn’t feel right. Not because they weren’t accepting or
anything, it was more of a sense of me being there was wrong somehow.
When my daughter was two I moved out with my daughter and lived in an
apt. I had a Bible stored somewhere in my apt and after meeting and
having a religious debate with my now husband I dug around until I
found it. Every time we spent time together he would encourage me and
though he didn’t try to change me he always made it clear where he
stood in his faith. He didn’t judge my life he corrected and taught
me with love. I started feeling Christ drawing me closer and closer. I
went to church a couple times with him and it was the second church we
went to together that I felt like I was home. I knew that was the
church I needed to be going to and that’s where I gave my life to
Christ. Yes, I am born again. The evidence of my faith was
unquestionable. I had no desire to spend my weekends drunk and I
walked away from my “friends” because I wasn’t who I used to be.
I no longer enjoyed the life I had. My focus turned to God’s word
and I couldn’t get enough of it. I was always asking questions and
seeking explanations of things I didn’t understand. I spent less
time trying to get the approval of my parents and more time just being
who I am and becoming stronger in my faith. Today, my faith is my life
and I want nothing more than to have people see Christ through me. I
don’t care about material things or getting the approval and
recognition of men. I want to please God.
