An orphan's life

 

TESTIMONY OF A YOUNG GIRL

It breaks my heart every time an orphan child shares her story. I am shocked and shaken every time. But I am happy to realize that their stories, their confessions, are their first step towards finding closure and peace within their hearts.

The orphans are no longer afraid to share their stories with us. They know that unconditional God's love of Ministry Agape is capable of soothing their pain.

We would like to introduce you to a young woman who was brave enough to share her nightmarish past with us. Please be accepting and understanding as you read her story.

“I want to have a family more than anything, to have parents who can be loving and affectionate,” shares one of the orphans.

“I was born in the Kherson Region. My father died when I was five years old. After his death, my mother moved away from my father’s family with me and my younger brother. She soon found a boyfriend who moved in with us. They often drank together and beat us up. Our mother changed her partners often, but they all had two things in common. They were all alcoholics and were abusive. My brother and I were often locked up in the apartment for the whole day with nothing to eat; we didn’t attend school. As the days went by, I could not take it anymore.

Finally, the day of change had come. My mom and her boyfriend had left for yet another party. They were gone all night. They came back in the morning and beat us up. Then, left again and told us to stay inside. We were hungry and I decided to go to my friend’s house. We were afraid to come back home.

Later that day our mom came looking for us. After we refused to go, she tried to drag us out of my friend’s house. I tried to escape and clung to my brother. My mom kept catching us. I let go of my little brother and ran away on my own. There was a field nearby with farmers harvesting corn. After I pleaded with them, they were kind enough to hide me in the back of their truck. That day is very special to me because I escaped! The farmers took me into the village and called Child Protective Services. A social worker picked me up that evening and I spent the night at her house. The next morning, Child Protective Service took my brother away and we were taken to the hospital because I had Bronchitis. It took me a while to recover. I was already nine and attended school for the first time. I really enjoyed going to school. Later, I was separated from my brother because we were placed into different orphanages. Although my teachers and caregivers at the orphanage are kind people, I still really want to live in a family, to have a home. Nothing can replace the warmth and care of a loving family.

Then some Christian people began to visit our orphanage. They told us that they love us; that God loves us. They also gave us Birthday Presents and made everyone feel special and important. One lady, Lubov, was especially kind towards me. We became very close. She let me stay over the summer vacation with her and we visited my brother. She also reconnected me with my paternal relatives whom I have not seen in 10 years. I began to attend Christian Church services and made a decision to give my life to Jesus. I want to live my life with the Lord because I do not want to follow in my mother’s footsteps. I thank God every day that He had sent His people to me. It is through them I have become to know and love my Lord! My life is happy with Him.

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