Despite- and not because of- this, the Lord was merciful and gracious and through the years He did indeed deliver me of the stronghold of hatred towards my dad and I grew in my faith of God’s sovereignty. I grew up around prophesy, tongues, and women in unbiblical roles. The leaders would pray over me at the altar and although it felt as though they were pushing me over at times, I would fall to the floor “overcome by the Holy Spirit”. I had a deep rooted resentment and bitterness towards my dad and it was at this church that I was introduced to being “slain in the spirit”. I began to go to my stepmom’s charismatic, nondenominational church when I was 14 and was saved several months later. My father was awarded temporary custody and the day I moved in with him was the day I met him face to face. He did not go nor was he the spiritual leader of their home. The first time my father ever called me was to ask if I would like to live with him and his wife- under the condition I would go to church with her. I had decided I did not believe in God.Ī few months later, Child Protective Services took me away from my mother and placed me in foster care. My home life was very unstable and chaotic and I almost committed suicide at the age of 13. After my Christian step mother found out about me, she would witness to my mother and I over the phone. My father had had an affair with her and went back to his wife before I was born. I grew up with a mentally ill single mother.
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