My life story of abuse

The evil fortuneteller’s voice rang out, slicing me like a knife, cutting deep into my soul. "GIVE HER TO ME…IF SHE WAS ON MY SIDE, AND WORK WITH ME, WE CAN HAVE STRONGER POWER AND WORK MUCH EVIL AGAINST PEOPLE, WORKING CURSES.” He was looking at me with his dark, beady little eyes as if they were piercing right through me. I pulled back and held onto my mother’s hand tightly. I cried out, “No!” with a loud voice. My mother just stood there, saying nothing in my defense. The silence was loud. Why wasn’t my mother protecting me?


By: Bunny Klassen

I started my life unwanted, the product of a relationship my mother had between marriages. I took my first beating at 10 months old at the hands of the babysitter my mother had boarded me with. Shortly thereafter my half sister, (who was 2 years older than me), was kidnapped by her father from my grandmother's house while my mother was out shopping. My grandfather accepted money to help her father and held my grandmother at gun-point so he could take her.  

He touched me , He healed me, He forgave me, He set me free

God hasn’t finished with me yet, I am not perfect but am forgiven!
I was an atheist, far from God in rebellion to him, a drug addict, suicidal cut arteries to die, was hospitalized for life, given all treatments, nothing worked.

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