COMPLETE - T F I O n l i n e

24
that nobody else had. A lot of my friends
who understood what was going on with
me didn’t like me anymore, but some of
them liked it and even asked for my help.
I was very satisfied with my power. This
went on for five years. My soul was crying,
but I didn’t confess to myself that I
really needed help; I didn’t realize that I
was dying spiritually. Sometimes I had a
feeling that Someone was trying to break
through my evil protection, but I didn’t
allow Him to come in, as I was too selfconfident
and dependent on evil.
But the Devil had forgotten that I’m
God’s daughter, that I’m His creature. I
was human and wanted to be loved and
taken care of. Sure, I enjoyed my powers,
but I wanted to be truly happy. When
I turned 16, I started to realize that I
couldn’t live like I had been. I hated my
life, myself, and I started to hate that
“guy” who made me so miserable.
One August night I started talking
to the “high powers”. I was crying and
shouting at them, saying that I had no
reason to live. I asked them why my life
was nothing and why I wasn’t happy. For
two or three hours I was in this hysteria
and then suddenly I said, “God, if You
are somewhere, please speak to me, I
need Your help!” At that moment I felt
what seemed like a kick. It was the Devil,
but that was the last time that he ever
touched me. I felt warmth and I again
had this feeling I’d had in my childhood.
I heard this lovely voice that I had never
expected to hear again. It was Jesus! “At
last!” He said, and tears of happiness
flooded from my eyes. I asked Him
never to leave me again and He said that
He hadn’t, but that it was I who hadn’t
wanted to take Him.
I was afraid at that moment that I
would lose our connection so I gathered
all the faith, love, and hope in my heart
and promised to myself that I wouldn’t
lose my God again. I also asked Him to
give me something in my life to show
❪❪ Feature ❫❫
me His love. I needed some strong encouragement,
so I asked the Lord for
it and He promised that He’d give me
such love and encouragement, but that
I should wait a couple of months.—And
He was very punctual!
A couple months later, in October
2004, I was taking my English course at
school. At the end of the lesson a guy
from my group said that he’d invited
two American girls to our lesson so that
we could talk to them and practice our
English. When I saw these girls (Ang and
Jenny) I didn’t think that they’d be the
ones that Lord would send to me, but
then they started talking about how they
belonged to the Family, that they were
missionaries, and believed in Jesus. I began
paying attention. Something told me
that I should meet them again and talk
more, so I swapped cell phone numbers
with them. I started to go to their home
every week and I really enjoyed it, but
the Devil was still trying to get me as I
was used to my “normal” way of life.
Even after I left the Devil and his black
business, there was still a lot of work for
the Lord to do on me.
A problem arose when my parents
found out about me going to the Family
Home every Sunday. My mom cried and
told me that they’re a sect and that they
would hypnotize me. My parents forbade
me to go to the Family Home, so I would
say that I was going for a walk with friends
when I went for the Sunday 12 Foundation
Stones classes. I started to realize what real
love was. I don’t remember how or when
I changed, but I did! Everybody noticed it;
my friends and even relatives. When my
mom found out that I was still visiting the
Family I was surprised that she didn’t argue
with me about it. Instead, she became
very interested and even came with me
to the Home to get to know whom I was
visiting.
Amazing things happened one after
another, and my mom even started wor-