When a wretch cries out, the Lord hears, Psalm 34:7 
"Jesus delivered me, He healed the wounds of my heart, Luke 4:18".
Even as a child, I believed in God, but without really knowing him. My childhood and adolescence were difficult: my parents were separated and, at home, I often cried in my corner. From time to time I would pray to God in my room, asking him to give me joy.
I left home the year I turned eighteen, penniless. As the months went by, several friends took me in. Every weekend I went out, I led a not very healthy life, it was another escape from my sadness.
Then I met a boy. With his mother's consent, he offered to take me in. But this lady practised the occult, which made me feel uncomfortable, so I left. Two years later, I got in touch with her again. I didn't recognise her any more, she had changed completely. She spoke to me about Jesus Christ and what He had done for her, and I was very touched.
But it was at a Christian convention, some time later, that I believed in the Lord Jesus. I cried a lot that day, tears of joy and peace. God had answered the prayers I'd prayed to him as a child. I was looking for him and he came to me. Jesus delivered me, He healed the wounds in my heart, Luke 4:18, He taught me to forgive. Admittedly, I sometimes go through "deserts", but the Lord is with me.
If you feel lost, if you don't know where to turn, it's not the person in front of you who's going to solve your problems. The only one who can solve them is Jesus, Matthew 11:28!
Vanessa (source: La bonne semence)
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