Since I was child, I respected Islam, prayed, read the Koran and the Hadith, and watched Islamic TV programs. As I prayed, I would cry out and ask God to draw me closer to him. As I grew, I began to have problems with my family. When I shared my opinion, it seemed like they just wanted to argue with me. Finally, I left home to go and live with my sister. One night, as I cried myself to sleep, I had a vision of a man. I could not see his face because it was light. I could not stand and fell to the ground. In the dream, I was young and small and was wearing a crown. He put his hand on me and said, “You are mine. Don’t fear.” I tried to find an explanation for this dream. Someone told me I had seen the Messiah. I didn’t know anything about Christianity but began to search. One day I posted on Facebook,“My only hope is that God will accept me.” A Christian wrote me and told me about God’s love for me and sent me verses from the Bible. Inwardly I struggled between what I had always believed and the new truth I was learning. I finally decided to follow Jesus. I shared with my family and my brother, sister, and niece also accepted Jesus. Pray that we will start a church in our home and that we will boldly tell others of God’s love. |
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