hey guis, i wanna say my lil story:
I was born into a poor family with four siblings. My father was always busy trying to make money, while my mother was rarely home (she had intimate relationships with other men), so the five of us had to stay alone in a house without windows, doors, or beds. We had only one mattress for all of us and didn’t have food every day. We had to beg to get some money, but if we brought money home, my mother would use it for alcohol and cigarettes. We had no clothes and often walked around almost naked! We were thrown out of the house we lived in and went to a man who had an intimate relationship with my mother! One night, my mother and that man were drunk and started arguing, and he chased us out with a metal bar, telling us, “Get out of the house, because if I catch you, I’ll kill you!” We slept outside that night, without clothes, in winter, with only a blanket around us, and I wondered: “Why must I be alone?” (because I felt very lonely), and the days passed until at the age of 4, I ended up in an orphanage! In the first orphanage, the biggest and strictest one, there was a “chief.” Because I was one of the youngest, I was often beaten, and I thought it was normal, so I started doing such things myself: stealing, smoking, drinking, fighting, and hitting younger kids for no reason. After leaving that orphanage at 14, I ended up in a Christian orphanage, where I heard about God and that Jesus is God. And that God is love, and so on. When I heard that, I asked, “If God is love, why did He let a 3-year-old child stay in the cold without food, and so on?” But, of course, I didn’t get an answer, so I said, “God doesn’t exist.” At 18, I left the orphanage with the thought: “Christians are hypocrites and liars.” Time passed, and I met a girl who directed my gaze towards Him (God), but it wasn’t clear, and I wanted to know more. Last year, I had many strange dreams, saw demons near my bed, often woke up and couldn’t sleep, talked to the demons, and was very scared. My mother (the people I stayed with here in the Netherlands) told me, “You need to go to therapy” because I wasn’t eating, wasn’t sleeping, and at work, I would drive nails into my hands due to exhaustion.
So, I went to a psychologist who took me into hypnosis and “turned me back in time,” and I saw myself in the cold and naked, but when I looked once, I wasn’t alone; I was with my head on Jesus’ knees, and I woke up from hypnosis! I went out and began to seek what Jesus wanted from me and what the purpose of my life was! I went to Israel (last summer), and there I was with some young people I didn’t personally know, I shared my testimony, and suddenly we all felt the Holy Spirit and began to cry; I was baptized in the Sea of Galilee. But when I returned to the Netherlands, I fell back into the world, selling drugs, smoking weed, and there was no weekend without drinking and getting drunk; I was obsessed with pornography and couldn’t escape it! One day, I went to Ommen for a worship night, where the Lord spoke through a woman and a man, and I was set free; since then, I have never looked at pornography again, and I haven’t tried alcohol or drugs; since then, I try to get closer to Him. This doesn’t mean that temptations won’t come, but I have to say No. Now I have a purpose, and that purpose is to praise His Name!