Why do I believe?

My name is Tanya and I believe in God. And it seems to me that I always believed, because, as my mother tells me, when I was 3-4 years old, I asked her about God, which she then complicated to answer. It seems to me that it was the influence of my great-grandmother Kilie, which I almost do not remember, but she definitely told me something and prayed a lot about all of us.

Protestantism in our family came from the sister of Mother's grandmother Theodore Karpovna. She was very devout in the Orthodox tradition, but intolerant of "Stundi". During the Great Patriotic War, she worked in the military warehouse. Its task was to pass trucks into the territory of the base, open and close the gate. And once, she was unhappy with her. When she opened the gate so that another truck could pass, the car, passing by, touched her with a trailer. She was urgently hospitalized, the diagnosis was multiple femoral fractures. The Divine Providence next to her in the ward turned out to be a Protestant - adventist of the seventh day. From the first day she began to testify Fedor Karpovni about her faith. As Fenny's grandmother later said: "If I could go - I would leave her, but I can not walk. I was forced to listen to everything. " And this woman prayed for her grandmother, talked daily with her and the Lord softened her heart. From the hospital Theodore Karpovna came out as Jacob after a night of struggle - with a sick thigh, but a healthy heart and a world in the soul! She could not keep silent about her acquisition - the faith she found. She shared her happiness with her sister Akulina, who accepted her every word with a sincere heart. Throughout his life, Theodore Karpovna shared his faith in Jesus with others. Through her, her daughter Galina, the grandson Vadik and the daughter of Svetlana came to God.

My mother, orphaned at the age of 4, came to the orphanage with her two brothers. None of the many relatives wanted to take care of orphans. But grandmother Killa always took them to her for a vacation. The boys did not really stretch out to God, and my mother became interested in the faith of her grandmother. She loved to listen to biblical stories. Grandmother Killa often on Saturdays took her mother to the church on the street Yamskaya in Kiev. Mom liked to come there, there they all regretted, often treated something delicious, invited to visit.

From my children's home, my mother was identified at a boarding school for the visually impaired in Puscha-Voditsa. Since she saw her grandmother mostly on holidays, the influence of the school and teachers was stronger. At 14, my mother agreed with the common sense that God did not exist and began to live "like everybody." So she graduated from school, then a culinary school, and then married my father.

When I was 3 years old my grandmother died. The Lord often knocked at the mother's heart, but she did not want to come to Him. God sent her both the difficult circumstances and the blessings of her grandmothers and baptismal collaborators. But everything was useless...

And when I was 5 years old, my mother was taken to the hospital quickly with hepatitis. But, as it turned out later, the doctors diagnosed were mistaken. One day, when mom put a dropper, she was visited by a strange thought - she will die now. She tried to inform her about the neighbor in the ward, but only part of the sentence had passed, "I'm dying ...". At this moment she felt her body slipped, and she was flying. She did not see anything, but she clearly heard how doctors and nurses fled below, as the doctor diagnoses death, and the nurse tries to introduce intravenous adrenaline. And through all this turmoil, she heard that somewhere higher than her is a controversy. She listened: one voice was gentle and kind, and the other one was sharp and evil. Then the mother realized that what the grandmother taught - the truth: there is God, there is also Satan. And my mother, in her simplicity, said: "Lord, take me to myself. I do not drink, do not smoke, I do not betray my husband, have a good one ... "But more benefits were not gained. And at that moment, the voice that the mother defended was silent, and what condemns the voice said: "Are you good? Now I'll show you what you are good about. " And then in front of my mother's life passed, all evil that she managed to make. And it was not just a movie, but she managed to recall the thoughts and feelings with which she performed all the acts she showed her. At this moment, she only had time to think: "How dare I open my dirty mouth and say to God that I am good? Everything, the end, is now drawn to fry on frying pans ... "And at that very moment, life began to come back to her. She woke up to the unspeakable joy of the frightened drug brigade. Two hours later, her father and the first mother came to her asking her to bring her a Bible.