Personal Stories

Just over two years ago, I became unemployed and left with no place to stay. I was also rejected by my family because all the money and luxuries I had were gone. My son and I ended up living in a village with a family in which only one person was employed as a domestic worker in a nearby town. This person made only $70 a month to feed seven people. Our living conditions were a far cry from what we were used to.

Growing up, I just wanted to be a good person who did the right things and avoided doing bad things. I got married and had 2 sons. But my husband and I had frequent fights, leading me to contemplate divorce many times. The future seemed bleak as I struggled with fear and anxiety, not knowing how I would be able to pay off the home debts or how I could afford for my kids to go to university. As a result, I struggled with a very bad temper, stress, and depressive thoughts.

About 18 months ago, I lost my boyfriend in an accident. When I got the news he passed away, I had a nervous breakdown. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and move anything in my body. When I reached home, I went straight to bed to read my Bible but while reading, I threw it across the room yelling, “How can God let my boyfriend die?” From that point on, I stopped believing in God even though I grew up in a Christian home and knew all about the miracles of God.

We started listening to Joseph Prince 10 years ago. At that time, my oldest daughter had given birth to a baby at 24 weeks but the baby only lived for 3 days. It was the hardest thing our family had to endure.

I was raised in a family where from a young age, we were told that when we sin, we would suffer retribution. Our family was not at peace and my parents would quarrel almost every week. The fights would often escalate and involve threats of violence from both parties. As a child, I was traumatised.

During my secondary school days, I was extremely notorious and caused many problems to my peers, school and family. I was also involved in gangs and vile activities that harmed both my body and the people who cared about me.