Freedom from Drugs, the Occult and Mental Illness
I started learning about the occult when I was 12 years old. Those first 12 years were filled with a lot of pain. My parents had an off and on again relationship - sometimes spending months apart, then getting back together. When they were together my father was physically and emotionally abusive to my mother, my brother and me. Mother was not very strong emotionally and suffered from a mental illness, and because of this, I felt she was never there for me.
To add to the instability in my life, I was sexually abused by a son of some friends of a family. This started when I was eight years old and continued until I was about 12. To add to my insecurities, I started at a high school where I didn't know a person. I was teased and picked on a lot by the other kids and this only made matters worse.
I became very angry at my parents - the world - and especially God. I used to watch a lot of horror movies and read books about ghosts and spirits. It terrified me but fascinated me at the same time. The time came when I decided to look into witchcraft and Satanism. I believe my anger toward God was my motivation for doing so. I felt that it was His fault my life was so horrible, and by doing the opposite of what He stood for, I would be better off. I was so deceived, and so blinded by my anger and hate.
I was probably fortunate the Internet didn't exist, because the demonic information I had access to was limited to a few old books from the library. I think it is a lot more dangerous these days for a child to search out the occult because the Internet has so much information I never had access to. The books I read taught how to call on spirits (demons really, in my ignorance of course) by their name and offer yourself to them in exchange for power. I did as they said and sure enough it was not long before I started having weird, supernatural events occurring. These would happen at night time; it would terrify me. I would feel the presence of entities in my bedroom, and they would torment me. Eventually I decided not to play with the occult anymore because of it. God gave me enough grace to realize I was delving into something I really did not understand, and it was better to turn back to God. What I didn't realize was a door had been opened in my life to the demonic, spiritual realm -- in my mind -- and a willingness to close that door was not the same things as running away from it.
My coming back to God was blurred as well. I did not really understand truths of sin and repentance. I was raised Catholic, and the necessary spiritual rebirth that Jesus speaks of in John 3 had never been taught me. Instead, I believed God was always taking care of me and life would go on as normal. I was no longer reading abut witchcraft or practicing demonology so I thought everything was okay. Was I ever wrong!
A few months after I had stopped practicing these things I started having suicidal thoughts. I also kept having recurring nightmares that made me terrified to sleep. My parents were too busy in their destructive relationship to notice what was going on with me. It came as a total shock to them one night when I overdosed on my mother's sleeping pills. I was 12 years old.
What I have learned since becoming a Christian is that the devil is set on trying to destroy humans -- especially those who have any tenderness towards God. I believe he does this because he is jealous of the love God has for us. His main weapon or strategy is deception. He fills the world with lies in order to entrap us. He sets up cheap imitations of what God offers us in order to entice us into his world. As an angry and neglected 12 year old I felt powerless about all the things that had happened to me, and so the devil was able to see my rebellion and vindictive attitude and deceive me into believing I could obtain power if I made alliances with his demons. The reality was that those powers entered my life and started using their weapons against me -- lies (like I would be better off dead, and that my parents didn't love me), and confusion and despair.
If I had turned to God instead of Satan when I was 12, I would have had God's power to protect me and offer me hope in my childhood. I would have been comforted by the love of God rather than destroyed by the hatred of the devil.
Regressing some ... the hold of the occult over my family began long before I was 12. We come from Uruguay, South America -- a country that officially has Catholicism as its religion but where the practice of black magic and belief in the spirit realm is common. It was not unusual in my family to believe in superstition alongside with God, or to seek healing from sources other than Jesus Christ.
My maternal grandmother in particular was constantly looking to psychics and spiritual healers instead of Jesus for reassurance. This might seem weird to westerners but is very common in many third world countries. People are not as educated and ignorance is prevalent. People are very superstitious and fearful. I remember being told that if I read the Bible too much I would go crazy. This sort of thinking encourages further ignorance and takes people away from their potential they have in God through a relationship with Jesus Christ.
Thus my grandmother, in her desperation for hope, looked into the wrong sources. The consequence of those actions meant the seed of the occult had been planted in my family, ready for the devil to harvest.
My grandmother has suffered for her actions. She has experienced severe mental illness throughout her life. Again - if we look at what some of the Devil's tools are we find he uses confusion and despair against us, and this is exactly what one suffers when mental illness is at its worse. I believe that by opening herself up to forces outside of God she has suffered from the demonic attack of mental illness, and although blinded to it ... she has brought a curse not only upon herself, but to her offspring. There are consequences for our actions. The consequences of our actions most always gets passed onto our offspring. I saw this in my family with my mother suffering from mental illness as well. Because of her illness, this became a block in her relationship with me. My father was violent and had addiction issues that were passed onto me, and I had vulnerably to addictions an abusive relationships.
TEENAGE YEARS
By the time I was 14 I was experimenting with alcohol and other drugs, and sex. I continued to have recurring nightmares to the point that I avoided sleeping. I also had started self-mutilation as a way of coping with all the negative emotions I felt inside.
During that time, my parents had split up again. I started living with my mother and brother. My mother had a severe nervous breakdown and my brother and I ended up homeless. I went to live with my boyfriend's family an my brother went to my father's house.
Inside me was a very angry and cold heart. I felt no sympathy for my mother -- just hatred. I felt abandoned by everyone. If there had been a little grain of faith left in me at that time, it was not there for long that I'm aware of. I stopped believing in God or anything good. I didn't believe in the devil either but that didn't stop him from still having a grip on my life.
At age 16 my friends and I began playing with Ouija boards. We contacted the supposed spirits of the dead (again, demons - without our realizing). This seemed like a fun thing to do but it wasn't long after this that I started waking up feeling like someone was choking me. There would be a female presence in my bedroom at these times. Whether this was a nightmare or for real I was never sure but for years I would wake up terrified ... either because I was being choked, or because of the female entity hovering over me.
Eventually I came to realize this had been brought on my playing with the Ouija board, and so I stopped playing with it.
I was full of despair inside. Over the next few years I was homeless often -- sleeping on the lounge room floor of a friend's home. During that time I managed to push my way though my final year of high school.
There was a lot of chaos in my life. Most days I had to search for a reason to live. Depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts ... were part of my everyday life. The nights were the worst. My mind would be full of tormenting, negative thoughts. I felt extreme loneliness, being totally on my own. My family had been torn apart, and my friends - though there for me in their own way - could never fully understand what was going on inside me.
Other people saw the outside of my life -- that I was a good student and very intelligent and talented in different areas. Yet because of this, they could not comprehend the conflict inside me. They believed I had everything to succeed in life and as such had nothing to get depressed about. Yet when you are so full of despair, confusion, anger, self-pity and self-hatred ... when you have a demon sitting on your shoulder telling you how worthless you are an that the only way to escape your pain is through death ... it doesn't matter how talented you are. It is next to impossible to see beyond your inner turmoil.
At age 19 I began attending a university. I was addicted to a variety of drugs and living a very promiscuous lifestyle. My behavior was erratic and eventually I had a nervous breakdown. I was diagnosed as having a bipolar disorder and spent nearly a month in the psychiatric ward.
During my time of psychosis I had an experience with Jesus. He showed me all the things in my life I had looked into: drugs, the occult, relationships with men -- how I had put my faith in each one of these things and gotten rotten results. He then asked me:
"Why put your faith in all these things when you can put your faith in Me?"
This experience stayed with me and as soon as I was able to leave the psychiatric ward I started to read the Bible. The more I read the more I was amazed. I had so much respect and admiration for Jesus. I could relate to all the things I was reading, but I was still not healed spiritually or emotionally. I was yet very vulnerable and it was not long before the drugs, promiscuity and mental illness came back into my life full swing.
I had certain rules I placed on myself in order to keep my addiction to drugs in line. These rules kept me within a certain limit. Thing like making sure I never had direct access to a drug dealer (that way I always had to go through someone else and my addiction was limited by my access to the drugs) and never borrowing money to buy drugs.
One night things got totally out of control. I had people I didn't even know coming over to shoot up drugs in my home. I had been selling my possessions in order to get more drugs. Then I broke one of my rules. I rang my mother and lied to her about needing money for something, when really I wanted money to get another fix.
That was my lowest point. I was so full of shame and self-hatred that I could no longer look at myself in the mirror. I counted out all my pills (medication for my bi-polar condition), and wrote a suicide note. I was ready to die when the phone rang. It was God.
God was on the phone in the form of my friend, Matthew, who had recently become a Christian. He said he felt it heavy on his heart to call me even though it was quite late at night. He asked me if I was all right and when I explained to him what I was about to do, he praised God that he had called me.
Just then there was a knock on my door. It was the guy I used drugs with plus an ex-boyfriend of mine (one who had been particularly abusive). They wanted to score some more drugs.
I stood in my lounge room with a very keen awareness of what was going on. In my bedroom there were the pills and suicide note: Option 1 - death. At the door there was the devil and drug addiction, plus abusive relationships and chaos: Option 2 - slower death. On the phone there was God ... who loved me so much that even when I was about to kill myself He managed to send someone to stop me: Option 3 - Rescue and Life. Which way was I going to go?
I chose God. After that night my life started to change. My friend Matthew started taking me to church and for about a year I started learning about Jesus and had Christian fellowship. My mind is very foggy about that time of my life. I was on medication for the bi-polar condition and in another abusive relationship and very depressed. But I know my faith in God was cemented. Before ... I had stopped believing in Him. Now, as I recovered from drug addiction and struggled to survive with an abusive partner, I reached out to the Lord and he was there for me. When no one else was there God was there.
The only problem was that I did not agree with many of the things the church was teaching. I did not realize it then, but now I see the devil was driving a wedge between me and Christianity as part of his counter attack. He did not want to loose me to Jesus and so he started whispering in my ear things that were not true ... and I believed his lies.
I also had some well-meaning Christians testifying to me. What they didn't realize was that there method was overbearing. For someone who was struggling to find their own feet and identify in Jesus ... it was too much to have someone constantly on my back about the Lord. If anything, these people put me off my faith rather than encourage me in my spiritual growth. I wish I would have had the strength of character back then to politely ask them to back off, but I didn't.
By my desire to understand ... 'What God is?' ... rather than -- 'WHO is God?' ... I reopened the door for the devil to snare me
In one year God took me out of the drug addiction, chaos and mental illness my life had come under, but the devil was also putting up a good fight, and I walked away from church. I believed I was doing the right thing (and in some ways I was), but I did not seek out another congregation. Instead, I decided that Christianity was one of many ways to God, and that I wanted to find out 'What God is' rather than 'WHO is God.' It is one of the devil's most craftiest schemes to get a child of God sidetracked.
The seeds of the occult planted by my grandmother now took firm roots, and the thorns and weeds of the devil started to choke the young plant of Christ in my life. (See: Luke 8:1-8 for understanding). The curse was certainly being passed onto the next generation. (Of course, all blame cannot be placed on my grandmother. We each will be held accountable to God for our own decisions and actions -- not those of others that affected us).
I met a male who was interested in paganism (goddess based religions), mythology and other areas outside of Christianity. I was enamored by this man and for the next four years hung on his every word. He was never able to offer me more than friendship (and looking back his friendship was very destructive), but I was blind to all this at the time. From being around him I started to study paganism and other religions. I believed in a goddess who was multi-faceted and started to practice rituals in honor of the goddess and the elements. Without realizing it ... I was back under the control and domain of the devil.
Yet in the early days it seemed I had discovered something beautiful and ancient. The goddess was older than the Christian God, and many of the attitudes of Christianity appeared to be traced back to pagan mythology. I came to believe that Christianity was just a newer version of paganism, with the character disguised in different forms. This is how deceived I became.
In this time I learned about the psychic realm and started working as a psychic. I did tarot readings, read auras and worked with spirit guides. I also taught psychic development to others.
I also read many self-help books and received a lot of counseling to come to terms with all the things that happened to me growing up. Without realizing it, seven years had passed from when I had my first nervous breakdown. (Let me say here that even though the counseling and therapy helped a lot, it was not until I was born again in Christ and filled with the Holy Spirit that I truly began experiencing peace, joy, love and other fruits of the Spirit).
As a psychic I believed I was helping others. My readings were more spiritual than anything else. I advised people in their on spiritual development as well as predicting future events. I prided myself on the accuracy of my readings and in my role as a spiritual advisor to others. I had a deep, vast knowledge of the world's religions, an was able to mix and match my beliefs to create an overall understanding of life, or so it seemed. I came to believe in reincarnation, and that "ultimately there was no wrong or right because every experience in life was a lesson from which we could learn and grow from." I believed every soul was constantly learning and so it didn't really matter what you did, because every experience was valid as an opportunity for learning. And as an entity that was constantly evolving, we all had to go through a variety of experiences in order to achieve enlightenment. I believed life was an on-going process, and what we did not learn in this life we would have ample opportunity to cover in following lives. Though there is particles of truth woven in and out of these beliefs, I was totally deceived to the truth in the Bible about deception that would have revealed how deceived I was.
I believed Jesus was a teacher and I lived my life according to his teachings (i.e., love your God/goddess above all things and your neighbor as yourself), but I did not believe in the virgin birth of Jesus Christ or that He rose from the dead. Obviously I didn't believe He was fully God either.
The Bible clearly warns of people like I was. For instance, take a look at 1 Timothy 4:1-2 (NKJV):
Now the Spirit expressly says that in latter times some will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving spirits and doctrines of demons, speaking lies in hypocrisy, having their own conscience seared with a hot iron ...
On top of all this, I believed I was especially gifted as a psychic, and that this gift was inherited from my mother and grandmother, who were both touch healers. I believed mental illness was really just a spiritual gift -- one that had to be monitored closely -- but a gift none the less (Yeah! A "gift" all right -- from the devil!) -- for this gift enabled me to experience the spiritual realm in a way others could not.
I believed my role as a spiritually gifted person was to pass on my knowledge to others and help them in their spiritual development. Meanwhile, without me even realizing it, my life was in chaos! The majority of people in my life were drug users, and they slowly started to take over my house. My own addictions had come back into the foreground. I was doing less and less psychic work and more and more drugs. My rational thinking went down the toilet as I concentrated more and more on psychic messages to determine the outcome of my life, rather than make clear-headed decisions about where my life was heading.
The devil had me wrapped around his little finger! By playing up to my ego, and my need for approval, he had fed me the lie of "helping others develop spiritually" via my psychic work, while all the while leading me into a maze of confusion and chaos. If I was so spiritually advanced, why was my life such as mess? And who was I to guide anyone else?
By convincing me that life was a series of lessons, and that there was no right or wrong, I was able to justify my outrageous (and destructive) behavior as part of my own inner spiritual growth process, while never really acknowledging how pointless this process was ("always learning, but never able to acknowledge the truth" -- 2 Tim. 3:7).
I Had Not Really Learned From My Past Mistakes
I had not really learned from my past mistakes. Here I was ... seven years from my first break down, and I was addicted to drugs once again -- had people using my home as a party house -- was sexually promiscuous -- practicing in the occult and suffering from depression/suicidal thoughts/anxiety. Within ... I was dead, empty and broken.
Yet I was blind to all this. The devil played up to my pride, and my own pride made me blind to all my faults. I was defensive about my life, constantly claiming everything was fine and in control, when in reality my life was a mess. I hid behind my status as a spiritual being and pointed my finger at all the people around me as the ones with a problem.
2 Timothy 3:1-5 reads: But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying it's power.
God began to break through my spiritual blindness when I became pregnant with my son. I met my son's father under strange circumstances and my instincts told me to stay clear of this man. Yet a number of tarot readings, interpreted dreams and "coincidences" all pointed to him as my soul mate. Rather than listen to my head I listened to these phenomena and we were intimate.
A few weeks later I found out he was married. A week after that I found out I was pregnant. It was then that I began to see how deceived I had been by all the psychic stuff.
During the pregnancy, as I watched all my "friends" slowly drop away or turn against me, I started to reach out to the Lord. Once again I had no one else, but God was there with me. I still did not have a totally clear understanding of the spiritual and emotional crippling effects the occult, mental illness and drug addiction had launched against me, but I was starting to realize I had gone off track. I asked the Lord for strength, guidance, an easy birth and a healthy baby. He answered my prayers. As much as each day was difficult, Jesus was with me every day of my pregnancy, and I could feel His presence making me strong and calm - keeping me positive and encouraged.
After my son was born I continued to pray. One night I found myself saying, "Thank you, Jesus, for dying for my sins and rising again." I was shocked at myself! I realized I believed in the risen Christ! I didn't understand how or when, but I now believed!
From that point on God began to pave the way for me to come back to Christ. I know I am the prodigal daughter who has come back to the Father, after squandering my life in the world (See: Luke 15:11-24). I can now look back on my life and see where I went wrong, and I know it is only by the grace of God that I survived my time in darkness.
My heart's desire is to now be used of God to help others who do not know Jesus -- especially those who are slaves to addiction, and/or have been deceived by the devil by their involvement in the occult. I am so grateful for what I have in Jesus: not only have my sins been forgiven and I have eternal life, but I am being filled with joy, peace, love, patience ... and slowly I am learning self-control.
The first thing God asked me to do when I came back to Him was get rid of all my books except the Bible (my books were mostly occult/new age/self-help based). I could relate to the Bible when it says in Acts 19:19: A number who had practiced sorcery brought their scrolls together and burned them publicly. When they calculated the value of the scrolls, the total came to fifty thousand drachmas (a drachma was a silver coin worth about a day's wages. According to an insert in the New King James Bible, the total value of the scrolls would be about $364,000 of today's American dollars!). It was difficult to give up my books and all the things related to my work as a psychic, but I understood that what Jesus offers us is greater than anything I could find in those books. Really, we only need one book to guide us in this life, and that book is the Bible. (1 Timothy 4:7: Have nothing to do with godless myths and old wives' tales; rather, train yourself to be godly).
Since I became born again, Jesus has taken away the negative (as in unchristlike) people from my old life and brought me to a beautiful, sincere, loving and supportive Christian family (church). He has healed me of all my addictions, including cigarettes, and is healing me of my addiction to over-eating. Food is still an issue for me as I use it to stuff my emotions down. I am also very overweight but I know God is working through me, and that in time this issue will be another area I can testify about Jesus to others.
My Purpose For Sharing This Testimony
My purpose for writing this testimony is to help those out there who have not heard the truth, and/or are trapped by the occult. I know when I was with that crowd the evil had me so deceived that I truly didn't think I was doing anything wrong. The danger in psychic phenomena is that it presents a possible reality outside of God's authority. I now know that anything outside of the Lord Jesus Christ is just a cheap imitation. There is only one living God who created all things. God has a plan for ever single person on Earth. When someone goes to a psychic, they are ignoring God's plans and instead seeking the advice of demonic spirits. By putting our faith in demonology (psychic phenomena) we are opening ourselves up to occult powers, and turning away from the blessings Christ has planned for us. By inviting the occult into our lives we are sowing seeds of destruction for ourselves, loved ones and our children, and even potentially their offspring.
Mental illness, drug addiction and the occult are very much linked. The practice of taking drugs -- drugs of course alter our perception -- is a form of witchcraft. Indeed many pagan religions use drugs and altered states to connect to the spirit realm. Many people who have mental illness are well aware of the spiritual realm. They experience demons, angels and many other things as part of the confusion of the condition.
The devil convinced me that my illness was a blessing -- this lie was aimed at my pride -- by looking at my condition as a "gift" I was in denial about the harmful effects it had on my life. The combination of the bi-polar with the psychic realm and goddess-based beliefs (as well as drug use) was catastrophic. The sad thing is most of the people I came across who worked as psychics, healers, and other new-agers ... are the victims of addictions and mental illnesses (depression and anxiety are prevalent). As much as they claim to be helping others, when I looked beneath the surface there was always something else going on (greed, pride, selfishness, competitiveness). The force of denial is so powerful, especially when your ego is being fed with status and glamour. Only the light of Christ can reach those who are so far gone in the dark.
The danger in believing in reincarnation is twofold: One - there is no sobering fear of judgment for our actions before a holy God after this life, which the Bible makes clear in Hebrews 9:27 happens. Second - it encourages people to be completely self-serving. If every experience in life is just a lesson we need to learn then we are accountable to no one (Including God, as point One addresses). We then rationalize ... what does it matter if we hurt others, betray our families and friends, indulge our every whim: we can chalk these things up to just another experience to learn from. This is where the deception comes to play, and where the devil plays at our ego. For we are called by God to be more than our whims -- we are called to be reflections of His greatest Glory - Jesus Christ and His love.
We are called to reach beyond our own selfish desires and strive to reach out to others in love and compassion. We are called to look into our hearts and lives, seek out our faults and bring them to the Lord for forgiveness and repentance. We are given one life on Earth to serve God, and it is only through this understanding that we reach true enlightenment -- with Jesus as the source of light and truth in our hearts and lives. It is He who allows us to go beyond our human limitations and reach a level of existence greater than anything we could have ever imagined on our own.
I desire to be a servant of the Lord by His grace, as spoken of in: 2 Timothy 2:24-26: And a servant of the Lord must not quarrel but be gentle to all, able to teach, patient, in humility correcting those who are in opposition, if God perhaps will grant them repentance, so that they may know the truth, and that they may come to their senses and escape the snare of the devil, having been taken captive by him to do his will.
Is the Bible truly the only book we really need to know about God -- to know how we are to have right relationship with Him and others? Here is what 2 Timothy 3:16-17 says:
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness, that the man of God my be complete, thoroughly equipped for every good work.
It was in October 2004 when I finally gave up trying to run my life my own selfish way, and admitted to God that I had made a mess of my life and asked God to take over the reigns. I promised to do only as He wanted me to do.
And so the process began - first of all it was the 12 Steps of Narcotics Anonymous. Then it was doing my best to reconcile with my baby's father (that's when I learned that it is obedience that matters, not the result) and then the Alpha course.
My mother had been praying for at least four years for me to do the Alpha course. Thanks to God, my mother, and the Alpha course … I was Born Again! I finally accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior and committed myself to Him.
Since then the Lord has been filtering out all those dark feelings -- the anger, the pain, the hurt, the pride. It has been a long labor, but since that day the Holy Spirit entered my heart and I was born again, I have been filled with much peace and joy, and slowly ... ever-increasing compassion and love.
In front of my friends and family, on May 1st, 2005, I was baptized in water, to show the world that my life belongs to Christ. I wanted my old life washed away. I wanted to show the Lord how grateful I am for all He has done for me - for keeping me safe in the palm of his hand even when I went exploring the darkness, and for shining the light so that I could find my way home.
I am now willing and honored to commit myself to Christ. In front of everyone I want to say - Jesus is now my Drug! - I am addicted to his love and God's Grace. Jesus is the relationship I rely on. He is the friend who will never abandon me, the Man who will always be there to listen and comfort me. He is the reason for the joy in my life and the peace in my Heart. He is the knight in shining armor, sent to save me from all my sins, the darkness and the lies of the Devil. He is my Lord and Savior! Knowing that, by putting my faith in Jesus, instead of in the world, I am Saved!’
Since being baptized, my church (Full Blessings Church; Frankton, Victoria, Australia), has asked me to share my testimony with the Youth Group. It seems that all the intelligence and experiences I had wasted in the past, God is finally putting to good use! My church believes I will be helping others come to Jesus, and in my heart, this is all I want – for others to find the beauty of the Kingdom. Slowly my life is starting to come together, and I am excited that even though I can’t see where I am going … God is holding my hand and lighting the way.
He’ll do the same for you, if you’ll allow Him to.
What I've discovered in my personal relationship with Jesus Christ is that God is the same - from beginning to end - He is the One true God, expressed in three persons: God the Father, God the Son (Word), and God the Holy Spirit. He is the righteous judge and the loving Father. When He came to earth as the Son, He was given the name Jesus and He was the long promised Messiah, the Christ. Jesus Christ showed us how much He loved us, by going to the Cross to shed His innocent blood for our sins. He took the wrath of God upon Himself that sinners deserve, so they could be freed from God's wrath throughout eternity. He lives in born again believers through the Holy Spirit -- when we accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior, and purpose to follow His commandments.
If you can relate in any way to my testimony -- if you have been deceived by the devil into looking outside of Jesus Christ and the Bible for your faith -- then I challenge you now to turn away from your error -- your sin ... your rebellion -- and invite Jesus to come live in your heart. He will show you where you went wrong, forgive you for your sins and show you the right way to live your life. Not only will His love and Spirit guide you in this lifetime, but you will also be welcomed in the eternal Kingdom of God as one of His children -- a place where we will be celebrating the glory of God forever. I hope to meet you there.
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