32 YEARS summarized in 180 MINUTES

Viviane Freitas

  • 18
  • Mar
  • 2013

32 YEARS summarized in 180 MINUTES

  • 18
  • Mar
  • 2013

Many young people are no longer used by God because they put their family in first place. As a result they fail to develop their life with God and end up not maturing as they should.

They then choose to leave the church, or they become just another person in it.

They are there, but they have no goals. I’m talking about this because I’ve been there.

Let me tell you a little about my life:

I didn’t have a childhood. Due to the spiritual problems they faced, I grew up without the love and affection of my parents. I was often beaten by my mother for being a very active, curious, fearless and, at times, shameless child.

From a very young age I had to work at home, which turned me into a rebellious child. When I was six, I witnessed a betrayal, which only increased my pain. My rebelliousness had now turned into hatred!

I grew up haunted by this situation.

In school, I never got along with anyone. I would actually hurt everyone. I couldn’t understand why the other parents brought their children to school, and I was always alone…since the age of seven.

I would often see others showing gestures of affection and ask myself: “Why aren’t my parents like that? Why do I have to come to school alone? What did I do wrong?”

As the years passed, my hatred grew! Everything I did was to focus someone’s attention on me, especially my mother’s, but it never worked! She didn’t care! It was as if I wasn’t her daughter.

During activities I had in school, such as Mother’s Day, or any sports competition or presentation on special days, she would never participate nor value the gifts I gave her. It hurt so much!

This inevitable frustration continued following me.When I was only eight years old, I lost a brother and was blamed for it by my mother! There was so much contempt against me that, at that time, I wished to be buried with my brother.

At the age of twelve, I started to get out of the house more. I made new friends and, as a result, missed classes, eventually failing that year in school.

I was then taken out of school!

From that point onwards, I started investing my time in hurting her for everything she had done. I was a teenager but I couldn’t talk to her about the things that were happening to me, because to me, she was a stranger!

When I met my first boyfriend, I wanted to share the news with my mother, but she didn’t want to hear about it. She said I was “just another girl”, once again, hurting me …

That’s how I suffered…until I found the church.

What’s interesting is, it was my mother who first prayed and interceded for me, because she saw me as a problem. She herself never tried to change…

There’s more next week…

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