When God chooses your other half 5:

My name is Bianca and I’m 29 years old and I’ve been a part of the UCKG since I was 3 years old, I practically grew up in the church and I’ve been basically all my life in the UCKG. You would think my life was a fairytale, but it wasn’t that way!

I have always been very involved with the things of God. I was part of the youth group, evangelization, the cleaning group, I was a candidate to become a helper and lastly, my passion; the Sunday school ( you’ll understand later why its my passion) Since I was young I’ve had many responsibilities inside of the church like, being a helper in the Sunday school, leader of the youth group, I was in charge of the cafeteria ( in those times the church had one) I was in charge of the library, I would help in the churches’ off base meetings, etc. My life was made of the things of God, but one day like there was a change of pastor and wife, as there usually is in the UCKG, and this couple was very different from the last ones, because the wife from before took care a lot of the Sunday school and gave us lots of attention and when we are children in the faith we need someone to lean on ( like a crutch) and in reality that’s what I was, a child in every sense of the word, including because I was only 13 years old, immaturity and childish actions ruled my spiritual life. When I met the new wife, I began to immediately miss the other wife and I say to myself, “ God she is so different from the last wife! She doesn’t even seem to be happy to be here! “

One day she called all the youths who helped in the Sunday school, I was one of them, and she said that from that day forward we weren’t allowed to help in the Sunday school or do anything in the church because to have those types of responsibilities we had to be helpers. My life seemed to be over, it felt like someone had cut off my leg or my arm, it was as if someone had died, I was extremely sad because the Sunday school was everything for me ( but now I know that’s just why I lost it). Nobody had ever told me that sometimes God allows us to loose something to later gain something greater. I was hurt with the wife and there my failures began, every day my desire to go to church diminished, before that I was in the church everyday with no excuses, now I just went Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. Then it became just Fridays and Sundays and finally only Sundays.

When people asked me questions about the church, I would say I had to study a lot, and soon a job came along that didn’t allow me to go to church anymore, a few fun friends showed up, sent by the devil of course, who quickly became my new “crutch”, just that now this crutch was being used by the devil, that’s why its very dangerous to depend on human help, because it becomes addictive to need others and you never truly learn how to just depend on God.

I began to desire to go out, go to parties, friend’s birthday parties, “innocent” parties, and so on. So I began to lie to my mom, I would tell her I would stay or go to a friend’s house when in reality I would go out clubbing. The way I dressed began to change, the way I talk changed and mainly the way I acted. The most interesting part is that I thought I was the same girl as before, full of faith, but in reality it had almost been a year since I had drawn away from the church.

My mom would almost hit me to make me go to church, but it never worked. When she began to use her intelligent faith without emotions of a mother things began to change in my life, but she had no idea that her prayers were having a very painful affect in my life…

( To be continued…)