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Elizabeth MyWorld

I am Elizabeth, and this is My World.

My parents had me when they were teenagers. They lived together a very short time, then they separated.

I grew up without a father. The few memories I have of him are from my childhood, so when he came to see me, I rejected him. I felt like he had abandoned me.

When I started school, on Father's Day, the teacher would have us draw pictures of our family or make a gift, but I couldn't do it because I had no father. I felt bad, but the kids from school told me that my mom would give me everything and that I didn't need a dad. Since I was a little girl, my mom worked hard to give me everything so practically, my grandmother raised me.

By the age of 15, I had my first boyfriend. I needed to feel protected, secure, loved ... I needed a parental figure.

I lied to my mom, I quit school. Instead of going to school, I used to go to the square to cry. I felt alone and did not know why.

When I was 18, I started going out at night to night clubs and bars. I was hopeless, without love for life, without any reference. I got really depressed. I started to take refuge in my friends, who were drug addicts and delinquents. I would leave my house for 2 to 3 days. Nothing mattered to me and nothing stopped me. I returned to my house wanting to sleep and sleep, and never wake up.

One of my aunts came to me and started speaking about God, and prayed for me. The only thing I remember is that I cried a lot, but I told her that I wanted to know more about Him. She invited me to a meeting that would change my life. There, I gave my life to Jesus. I understood that God had healed my heart. In that moment, I felt the desire to live again. The bitterness I had toward my father disappeared. I could smile and I knew I could be happy too.

After that meeting, I felt it was time to start a relationship with my dad. We met and I told him about my experience with God. With tears in our eyes, we hugged for the first time. He was speechless, but I knew my dad was being freed of the weight he carried for many years.

Now I'm 25 years old and I have a beautiful relationship with my dad which God helped me restore.

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