Miss Princess
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I post my story because I believe that all of our testimonies can effect the peoples life... My pray is that my life-story will change life as God had change my life as well!
I grew up in a family which wasn't Christian nor religious at all. The reason is because my parents had many bad experiences. My mom believed in God, and I think my dad believed too in his own way. So they never taught us about this whole Jesus thing...
When I was around 9 somehow I would to go to a church, so I started to go to the catholic church. I loved to be there, I loved everything what was there, all the stories, all the songs, everything. I remember that ones I went home later from church and I was in trouble, and so I was praying that if God keeps me from my mom's punishment I'll serve Him in my entire life. I got home and nothing happened, but I forgot about my promise, but God didn't...
Later I became disappointed as well, because the priest was an alcoholic person, and the woman who had help in the church she always told us that we'll go to the hell anyway, because God's punishment is on us! So I thought I don't need a God like this, and anyway I don't think I need a God anyway, and I rejected Him and I became an atheist.
When I was 13 I also started to do occult things, later I went deeper and deeper, it was a hard time in my family's life because we lost our home, my parents would to separate, and everything just destroyed around me. I never was at home, I tried to find my way, when I was home I fought with my mom, and we never agreed with anything. I hated them, and especially her, for a short time I could not even call her mom...
In the same period of time I heard about occultism and I thought it's a funny thing to do, so I started to read books, and I also put it into practice what I learned about hypnosis and manipulating, i knew how to reach my goals, how to get everything I would to get...
When I was 14 I went for a trip with my choir, and one of my friend was a witch too... We decided to do necromancy... we invited some outsiders too. Through this seance we met a really strong demon which was a demon of suicide. One of us became really shocked, she was crying and we had a great fear on us. I have no idea how we survived. As I look back I cannot remember the details, but I'm sure God saved us on that night.
After this experience I thought my self that if darkness exist than maybe the other side exist too. I met the darkness, I met demons, I knew about Satan, and now something said inside of me that maybe God exist too and maybe I have a chance to meet Him as well, but I didn't know how to start, what to search for...
When we got back from this trip things started to become better and worse in the same time. The Spirit of Death stepped into my life. Some of my friends died who were close to me, and also my relatives became sick, and some of them died.
I dreamed dream about my own death, I had nightmares all the time, and I planned to suicide. When my granddad became really sick I started to pray, but He died so I thought now is the time to throw away my life...
Suddenly a man of God stepped into my life, and one of my classmate saved, and both of them started to minister to me. One day my classmate invited me into her church, and I thought, it's better to go there, and if God really exist and show Himself to me than I'll follow Him, but if He's not, than I throw away my life.
They were really faithful to share the gospel to me, and they were ready to answer all of my questions about God.
So one day I went to this church, and something interesting happened: the Pastor who never met me before talked about MY life, about MY problems, about ME! I was confused. He talked about my most secrets and about those things that I hide deep inside of me, what I never told to anyone. I would to know how is it possible, so after the meeting I went to him and I asked lots of questions. It was also interesting to me, that those people simply loved me, this was the first time I met them, and I felt that they really love me, and really care about me...
So I talked to them and they invited me for the Sunday worship service... and I went again... and they talked about ME again... and they loved me again...
They talked about a God who I never heard about before: the God of Love, the God of Patience, the God of Grace, the God of Mercy...
And I would to know this God, I would to have this God in my life... I was hungry after Him.
In the same time my parents were worried about me, they saw that something changed in me, they saw that their girl who were always depressed, who never went out, who wore black only suddenly changed... so they thought it's not right and they didn't let me go to church... But God was so faithful, because through my classmate the church could support Bible, and tapes to me about the teachings. I was obey to my parents and I learned to pray, and I prayed hard to God because I would to go to church... My parents saw that I'm still connected with the church so they didn't let me out only for school, and they forbade me to read the Bible, and to talk with my classmate which was a big DOH! So I started to read my Bible after they went to sleep, under my quilt. It was a really hard time, but God was growing me, He tasted my faith and my whole life. But I found something in Him what I would not give up! It was too precious to me, it saved my life! And I knew only this thing for sure: I don't let anyone to take this away from me...
And God blessed me because of that. After a month my parents would to talk to me. They said they see that a big change happened in me... They saw that I wasn't depressed anymore and even if I was in trouble at home they saw that I was full of joy, and they could not find the reason for that... So they told me because they see how important this whole God thing to me they let me got to the church but only Sunday...
I was so thankful! My parents went out that day and I put some worship in, and started to worship the Lord! I knew He changed my parents...
From that day I am part of this church. God grew me up, and called me into His ministry. Now I minister in my church, and I love the Lord with all of my heart. Without Him I would be nothing, and I would be nowhere. But because of Him I became a light of this earth, through Him I am a Princess, a beloved daughter. My sins are washed away!
My past is an instrument in God's hand, but it's just my past. I live my life, and as Paul say:
"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.
Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead. I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."
Philippians 3, 12-14
God bless all of you:
With love:
Miss Princess (Dora)
I grew up in a family which wasn't Christian nor religious at all. The reason is because my parents had many bad experiences. My mom believed in God, and I think my dad believed too in his own way. So they never taught us about this whole Jesus thing...
When I was around 9 somehow I would to go to a church, so I started to go to the catholic church. I loved to be there, I loved everything what was there, all the stories, all the songs, everything. I remember that ones I went home later from church and I was in trouble, and so I was praying that if God keeps me from my mom's punishment I'll serve Him in my entire life. I got home and nothing happened, but I forgot about my promise, but God didn't...
Later I became disappointed as well, because the priest was an alcoholic person, and the woman who had help in the church she always told us that we'll go to the hell anyway, because God's punishment is on us! So I thought I don't need a God like this, and anyway I don't think I need a God anyway, and I rejected Him and I became an atheist.
When I was 13 I also started to do occult things, later I went deeper and deeper, it was a hard time in my family's life because we lost our home, my parents would to separate, and everything just destroyed around me. I never was at home, I tried to find my way, when I was home I fought with my mom, and we never agreed with anything. I hated them, and especially her, for a short time I could not even call her mom...
In the same period of time I heard about occultism and I thought it's a funny thing to do, so I started to read books, and I also put it into practice what I learned about hypnosis and manipulating, i knew how to reach my goals, how to get everything I would to get...
When I was 14 I went for a trip with my choir, and one of my friend was a witch too... We decided to do necromancy... we invited some outsiders too. Through this seance we met a really strong demon which was a demon of suicide. One of us became really shocked, she was crying and we had a great fear on us. I have no idea how we survived. As I look back I cannot remember the details, but I'm sure God saved us on that night.
After this experience I thought my self that if darkness exist than maybe the other side exist too. I met the darkness, I met demons, I knew about Satan, and now something said inside of me that maybe God exist too and maybe I have a chance to meet Him as well, but I didn't know how to start, what to search for...
When we got back from this trip things started to become better and worse in the same time. The Spirit of Death stepped into my life. Some of my friends died who were close to me, and also my relatives became sick, and some of them died.
I dreamed dream about my own death, I had nightmares all the time, and I planned to suicide. When my granddad became really sick I started to pray, but He died so I thought now is the time to throw away my life...
Suddenly a man of God stepped into my life, and one of my classmate saved, and both of them started to minister to me. One day my classmate invited me into her church, and I thought, it's better to go there, and if God really exist and show Himself to me than I'll follow Him, but if He's not, than I throw away my life.
They were really faithful to share the gospel to me, and they were ready to answer all of my questions about God.
So one day I went to this church, and something interesting happened: the Pastor who never met me before talked about MY life, about MY problems, about ME! I was confused. He talked about my most secrets and about those things that I hide deep inside of me, what I never told to anyone. I would to know how is it possible, so after the meeting I went to him and I asked lots of questions. It was also interesting to me, that those people simply loved me, this was the first time I met them, and I felt that they really love me, and really care about me...
So I talked to them and they invited me for the Sunday worship service... and I went again... and they talked about ME again... and they loved me again...
They talked about a God who I never heard about before: the God of Love, the God of Patience, the God of Grace, the God of Mercy...
And I would to know this God, I would to have this God in my life... I was hungry after Him.
In the same time my parents were worried about me, they saw that something changed in me, they saw that their girl who were always depressed, who never went out, who wore black only suddenly changed... so they thought it's not right and they didn't let me go to church... But God was so faithful, because through my classmate the church could support Bible, and tapes to me about the teachings. I was obey to my parents and I learned to pray, and I prayed hard to God because I would to go to church... My parents saw that I'm still connected with the church so they didn't let me out only for school, and they forbade me to read the Bible, and to talk with my classmate which was a big DOH! So I started to read my Bible after they went to sleep, under my quilt. It was a really hard time, but God was growing me, He tasted my faith and my whole life. But I found something in Him what I would not give up! It was too precious to me, it saved my life! And I knew only this thing for sure: I don't let anyone to take this away from me...
And God blessed me because of that. After a month my parents would to talk to me. They said they see that a big change happened in me... They saw that I wasn't depressed anymore and even if I was in trouble at home they saw that I was full of joy, and they could not find the reason for that... So they told me because they see how important this whole God thing to me they let me got to the church but only Sunday...
I was so thankful! My parents went out that day and I put some worship in, and started to worship the Lord! I knew He changed my parents...
From that day I am part of this church. God grew me up, and called me into His ministry. Now I minister in my church, and I love the Lord with all of my heart. Without Him I would be nothing, and I would be nowhere. But because of Him I became a light of this earth, through Him I am a Princess, a beloved daughter. My sins are washed away!
My past is an instrument in God's hand, but it's just my past. I live my life, and as Paul say:
"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.
Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead. I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."
Philippians 3, 12-14
God bless all of you:
With love:
Miss Princess (Dora)
