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Each week we, Rev. Carlotta Waldmann and Rev. Pat Torok, will feature how God has intervened in the lives of real people that He brought to our ministries. We offer personal Restoration Prayer Ministry, healing prayer and worship meetings, ministry training school, training seminars, mentoring and Christian ministry internships.

As we begin our third year of www.NowFaith.TV ministry training school, we will share these true stories and learn how to minister to very special needs in our communities. Each true story shared on Cross Walk Talk will be a glory to God's grace and power to intervene in our lives. Below we have a teen's testimony and part of the script for this week's program.
I grew up in an abusive home, but I always thought our family was normal. Eventually, I learned that we were far from a normal family. When anyone asked if my dad abused us, I'd lie and say no because I felt responsible for keeping our family together. When we were taken from my parents, I actually thought it was my fault. I thought I had been a bad child and my parents just didn't want me anymore.

My dad abused my mom if she would come home too late. I remember hearing her screams late at night as she tried to escape from his beatings. He broke glass, knocked over shelves, and punched holes in the walls anytime he lost his temper. I was deathly afraid of him when he went into those kind of moods. Most of the time, it was brought on by alcohol.

My biological mom was just too young to know how to really be a mother. Consequently, I picked up the role as mom for my three younger siblings pretty early. I was very protective and felt responsible for them. When my dad would come home drunk and yelling, I was wide awake, hoping he wouldn't come near my siblings. Anytime I felt like crying, I'd try to stay strong because I knew my siblings were watching my every move. I didn't want them to feel hopeless, and I thought they would if they saw me cry.

We were put into our first foster home when I was about eight. We were split up into two different homes over the summer. Before school started, we were all back together in a different foster home. I remember being so happy that I had all of my siblings back. Our parents were very lucky; they were given three chances to start over. By the time we were in our third foster home, CPS decided that they had given my parents enough chances.

We were adopted by a loving, Christian couple. Even though I miss my biological family so much because we were very close, my new family is very good to me. I couldn't have asked for a better family. I was offered a chance to start a new life. Many children never escape the abuse. My heart truly goes out to everyone who suffers what I did.

Before I became a Christian, I knew deep down that there was a God. I didn't think He truly cared what happened to us. I remember wondering what happens after death at a very young age. I thought Heaven was only the place for angels and God. I believed that when we die, there's nothing left. I couldn't understand the meaning of life if all we're given is one go around. I knew about Jesus, but I had no idea why He had to come to earth and suffer.

My new parents taught us who Jesus is and what He's done for us. I finally learned the reason Jesus came: He came to save us from sin so we can live forever with Him. Ever since then, there's a new light in my heart and I know that theirs is more to this life. God is definitely working in my family's life. It's been a tough road, but God is right there with us. Jesus has truly changed my life. He loves me despite my sins and weaknesses. He cares for me and wants to see me in heaven. I no loner fear death because I know I'm going to a place better than this world can offer. I used to think God doesn't care what happens to us. However, He hurts when we hurt; He cries when we cry; He laughs when we laugh. He wants us to experience that new joy and life in Him.

God is still healing me from the wounds I still have. I've had problems with trusting people and getting too close to someone. I'm starting to give Jesus total control of my life. He knows what He's doing, we just have to trust Him. Proverbs 3:5-6 says, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight." I'm learning to love and forgive. Forgiveness is hard sometimes, but not forgiving really hurts us in the end.

Our hardships in life are made to make us stronger so we can face the next hard thing. One of my favorite Bible verses is Romans 5:3-4, "Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope." Second Corinthians 4:16 is also an encouraging Bible verse: "Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day."

My favorite song by Point of Grace is "Heal the Wound." It goes, "Heal the wound but leave the scar/ A reminder of how merciful you are/ I am broken, torn apart/ Take the pieces of my heart/And heal the wound but leave the scar ... The rubble that You've found me in/ And every stone will sing/ Of what You can redeem ... Don't let me forget/ Everything You've done for me/ Don't let me forget/ The beauty in the suffering." God will heal the wound in our hearts, if we allow Him. The scars that are left over remind us that God is a loving, forgiving, and wonderful God.

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