This is My Story of Crisis of Faith

This is My Story of Crisis of Faith

This is my story of a crisis of faith, brokenness, and Healing. May it encourage you through your difficult circumstances. Ever since high school I’ve been an easy-going woman with… This is my story of a crisis of faith, brokenness, and Healing. May it encourage you through your difficult circumstances. Ever since high school I’ve been an easy-going woman with a passionate zeal for life and more than capable of tackling any challenge that came my way. Jesus has been my best friend since childhood and has always been the centre of my life. For decades the Lord typically came through for me whenever I was in a complicated situation. Then one day in my late 40s it seemed like God failed me in such a huge way that it made me question everything about His character and I wondered if I could trust Him ever again. During that time, I suffered a very long season of injustice, continual false accusations, and oppressive condemnation from someone close to me. I pleaded for the Lord to intervene repeatedly, but through it all, He was silent. And in that silence, resentment, anger and bitterness towards my circumstances, and the Lord, took root inside me. For two years those feelings simmered and boiled daily at various degrees. Then one day, to my complete

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A Story of Brokenness, Redemption and Relentless Love of God

A Story of Brokenness, Redemption and Relentless Love of God

I’m 14 years old, and this is my story—a story of brokenness, redemption, and the relentless love of God. I was born in Italy in 2010 to a single mother… I’m 14 years old, and this is my story—a story of brokenness, redemption, and the relentless love of God. I was born in Italy in 2010 to a single mother who was struggling to make ends meet. From the very beginning, my life wasn’t easy, but God had His hand on me even when I didn’t know it. My mother, unable to care for me while she searched for work, entrusted me to my missionary grandparents. They were my rock. My grandparents were servants of God who had spent their lives saving souls through their ministry. They raised me in the church, teaching me to love Jesus with all my heart. I was surrounded by children in their ministry who became my best friends. I sang for Jesus, read my Bible, and participated in so many Christin activities. My life revolved around Him, and at such a young age, I felt His love deeply. But life was complicated. My father’s family, who practiced Islam, tried to introduce me to their faith. They brought me to mosques, encouraged me to wear a hijab, and told me about Allah. But even as

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