When I was a little kid I didn’t want to believe in God. My mother’s parents were strong church people, but they were extremely abusive too. So I always asked myself how Gods people could be so harsh and hurt a kid so bad. Especially when they say how great God is and how he will always watch over and protect his children. But one night I said whatever and I prayed and prayed and prayed for a good hour. I was 11 years old, only a few months from my 12th birthday. I finally had the strength to report the abuse, strength that as I kid I didn’t think I would ever have. I was a coward as a kid, head down never talked to anyone because I was too scared. After that I didn’t think anything was going to happen because it had been a while and nothing. Then I started praying every night begging God to do something. Begging him to get me out of that so called family, and take me to safety. Then a few days before my birthday my prayers were answered and I was out. But then it was like he left me again because I bounced from one foster home to the next and one group home to the next. I had almost carried out suicide but then something in me told me to pray so I did. It helped at the time, I went into a residential hospital and then another group home from there. I went to church every Sunday and prayed every night. At this point I am 15 and not many teenagers get adopted but I prayed what I thought were empty prayers, and then I was adopted. And since then I have been strong on my faith. Church camp, church, General Synod, music, everything. God saved my life multiple times!
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