I studied the Bible. I really wasn’t getting anything out of it at all. Then on the fourth night, God became very real to me.
I realize how blessed I am to live in a poor country where we don't have easy access to luxuries.
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.
There was always something missing, something aching in my heart that wasn’t being soothed by my current life.
I was so tired of living for the world, very heartbroken truly because I just wanted to be loved.
I witnessed several overdoses, had a gun pulled on me, was abused sexually, mentally and physically.
I don't recall anything he said, but the second he put his hand on my shoulder, I lost control of my body.