I was born in a hereditary Adventist family. Childhood was standard for any Christian child. When I went to school, it all started.
I was born in a hereditary Adventist family. Childhood was standard for any Christian child. When I went to school, it all started.
The first years of studying, becoming oneself as an individual in a children's team is not easy. And when you're still not like everyone else, then it multiplies a hundred times. Growing up and understanding that I differ from other children with the principle of honesty, justice, children often used these qualities, but did not give them in return. As I got older, I began to adapt a little to the outside world and its rules, but when I returned home, I would put on a mask that my parents wanted me to be. So it was very difficult to live morally. Parents always participated in my life and always came to the rescue, but here’s how to explain to my mother that classmates didn’t rely on me because they knew that I wouldn’t come somewhere on Saturday or I would ask if there was any pork here?!
I was always accompanied by experiments and real answers from God, which supported and did not let me fall completely, although the choice was always mine. When I decided to be baptized and be part of the family of God, my uncle asked: did I transfer my parents from God to my personal, my God? And only time has shown that I really passed on to my personal Savior.
Being married and having two children, hearing their cherished dream of going to heaven and seeing cooked lists of questions for the Savior, I am sure that I made the right choice and am not in a mask.
Friends, a double game is always a defeat - sitting on two chairs will not work. Having made your choice once, we become free... I choose eternal life!