FROM REJECTION TO ADOPTION! Personal transformation

"GOD has revealed my value as a woman in His heart and in His work".  

I was born in 1962 in Paris, into a family of shopkeepers. My brother, Paul, was born in 1963, before our parents split up when we were still very young. Each of them moved on, making me the eldest of six children.

Our parents' separation and remarriage profoundly affected our lives. We lived in a constant state of imbalance, feeling at home nowhere. Every year we moved house, region and school, my dad desperately looking for a place where we could settle down, Psalm 27:10 .

My father would have liked a son first, but he had a daughter! My brother, in the grip of his malaise, attracted all our father's attention, often leaving me in the shadows. Dad kept telling me: "You're the eldest, you have to set an example and be strong. So I did my best to live up to his expectations. One day, my father decided to cut my hair very short, an action that seemed to me like an amputation of my femininity. He didn't realise the impact it had on me.

The years have flown by, filled with hope and disillusionment. As a teenager, I left home to live with my mother when I met my son's father. I thought that by getting married I would be able to fill the void inside me. The two years before we got married, between my 16th birthday and our wedding day, were marked by a deep malaise. For months on end, I slept all day and only got out of bed to eat, lost and not knowing who or what I was living for. We married in 1980, and my son was born in 1983. A few years later, I got divorced.

I lived with a feeling of rejection, fearing abandonment. I rejected others before they could hurt me. I didn't have a good image of myself as a woman. I experienced the contempt of men, and in return I came to unconsciously despise them myself. My life was a constant battle against my fears, seeing myself as an object, desperately seeking to be loved, needing to control everything. This led me into the occult, drugs and a tumultuous existence. Everything I built ended up collapsing or being destroyed by my own hands. That was the course of my life.

Then, in 1996, at the age of 33, my brother Paul died of a "false start". In 1999, my father committed suicide, and a year later my second husband almost died of pulmonary oedema, but thank God he pulled through.

It was during this period that I met my Saviour and Lord, Jesus Christ. In deciding to follow Him, I experienced the new birth, receiving forgiveness for my sins and leaving my past behind. God welcomed me as His daughter, offering me new hope, healing my wounds, Psalm 147:3, teaching me to forgive and revealing my worth as a woman in His heart and work. In short, He has showered me with His love, John 6:37.

Today, I'm no longer the person I was. My transformation is underway, and I'm having some wonderful experiences. I have received much more than I could have imagined, because God is rich in love for His children who trust in Him.

Mireille

FINDING MY IDENTITY

 From darkness to light!   

"I am a woman raised up by grace and a daughter of the living God, known, loved and called".

1 Peter 2:9 - "You, on the other hand, are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may proclaim the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his marvellous light."

What is my identity? Moroccan? Sahrawi? French?  

For years, I asked myself this question without finding a clear answer.  

I was born in Morocco, into a Sahrawi family involved in the fight for the independence of Western Sahara. When I was five, I left Morocco for France. 

It was in France that my childhood was marked by political effervescence: regular meetings at home, visits from journalists, ambassadors, influential figures... We were under surveillance. When the King of Morocco visited France, the police even searched our family home.

Very early on, I defined myself by my Saharan origins. Belonging to a large tribe gave me a strong sense of heritage, a place, a name.  

As a child, I visited the Sahrawi refugee camps in Algeria to try and better understand my people, my history and my roots. But as I grew up, everything became more confused.  

As an adult, I travelled to Morocco three times. Despite the geographical birth link, I never felt at home there. No ties. No recognition.  

I lived in France, a country that had taken me in as a political refugee, educated and naturalised me, tolerated me but never fully accepted me. Integrated, yes. Loved, no. In the administration, at school, in the world of work: I remained a 'foreigner'.

So who was I really? 

An uprooted Sahrawi? 

A Moroccan passing through? 

A rootless Frenchwoman? 

I was living between different allegiances, without ever finding my own.

An unexpected encounter 

One night, at the age of forty, assailed by a dark atmosphere that had lasted too long, I had a dream.  

I saw above my eyes a man of indescribable beauty, seated on a throne, calm and young, gentle and full of authority. To his left stood a huge being in a white robe, perhaps an angel? 

Both stared at me, but it was the man sitting on the throne who caught my attention most of all. I was puzzled and confused. The throne, like the being to its left, bowed down to bring itself within my reach. The man on the throne smiled at me. Then I woke up.

I was deeply disturbed by this dream. I knew it wasn't just an image. It was real! 

Who was it? It was God, I was told. But... it wasn't the God I'd learned to call.  

And slowly the truth dawned on me: the man I had seen was Jesus! Not a moral guide, not a prophet, but the Son of the living God! The One I had been praying to in secret without knowing Him had appeared to me. He wasn't far away. He was alive, powerful, personal! And He was calling me.

A new identity - Isaiah 43:1 

It had begun to shake up, not just my beliefs, but my whole identity. What I had always been looking for - that peace, that belonging, that spiritual DNA - I found in Him, in Jesus Christ! Looking back, I can see that His hand had carried me from the beginning. He had protected me, guided me, loved me, even when I didn't yet know His name. And when the time came, He revealed Himself. Isaiah 49:16.

A new creature 

Since then, I am no longer defined by a nation or a heritage.  I am a woman raised up by grace and a daughter of the living God, known, loved, called, Galatians 4:7.  I am a Christian and a follower of Jesus.  My identity is in Christ - and in him alone.  He is more than anything else: He is MY LORD AND MY GOD.  John 14:6: "I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Kroura