20/01/2026
Today I was talking to someone, and she said:
“I could never imagine that you are Christian.”
I’m not sure why this person said that, but I imagine she was judging me because I have many tattoos and piercings and don’t look like a conventional Christian woman.
But little do this person or others know about my heart.
My heart has always belonged to my Lord God, since I was in my mother’s womb.
I was born to praise His name and to do His will.
I have always been in His hands and under His guidance.
For those who don’t know anything about my life:
My biological father was my mum first love, and he abandoned her when he found out about me. He asked her to choose between the baby and himself. She chose me and lost him.
I grew up part of my life without a father, until God sent my guardian angel, Stanley, the man who raised me and taught me what real love is. He adopted me as his daughter and loved me as if I were his own.
He gave me an education and taught me about faith, love, family, and all the principles I live by today.
Everything about my story is God’s grace, from saving me in my mother’s womb when my biological father tried to end my life, to today, when God listens to people’s hearts and removes, one by one, what no longer belongs on my path.
How could I not be grateful for the Lord I serve?
I’m sorry to hear that I don’t look like a Christian. If anyone could see my heart, they would see that I am more fervent in my faith than many Christians around the world.
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