I was one year old when my parents divorced, and we moved away from my father. My father was a believer and sometimes when we met, he talked to me about God and the Bible. From the time I was young, my heart was always open towards God. I liked to hear stories about Him and enjoyed praying. At home, I did not know any believers and I did not have Christian friends. For years, I prayed every day and sometimes I read the Bible, but there was no one in my life who was able to disciple me. I soon headed in a bad direction with my unbelieving friends. I did a lot of bad things, things that I regretted. I was very far from God. I knew what I needed to do but was unable to do it. I did not understand how I could get into heaven after my death. When I was 18, someone invited me to the Word of Life winter camp, and I experienced there what I did not have the opportunity to experience before. I got to know a lot of Christian young people, who were full of joy, hope, and purpose. They showed me love. I understood that Jesus died for my sins, paying the price that I deserved, and rose again. This is the gift of God and I believed it.
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