delivered on a mission trip
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Chelsi♥Annmarie is waiting {for her prince to come} on
April 4, 2008 at
9:00AM EST
the day i was born, my biological father Mark walked into the room, took one look at me, then walked back out. I've never seen him my entire life. I'm 16 now. I have a stepdad who has stepped up to the plate and has taken a role as the father in my life. but i couldn't let go of Mark. After all, he was my father. For 15 years, i've had this feeling burried deep inside me that if i wasn't born everything wouldvé been okay. He stayed for 2 years for my sisiter. but he left the day i was born. It hurt to think about him, but i'm okay. I'm in Managua, Nicaragua on a missions trip right now, and we had a deliverance service last night (april 3, 2008) at Hosana (the main church in Managua.). No one in the group knew of my dad and what he did. at the end the service, during altar call, i broke down crying. the group started praying for me, even though they didn't know what they were praying about. I felt like this huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and i felt good. all the hatred that i had harbored for him was gone. i was happy for the first time in years. I feel this peace in my soul like verything is going to be fine. so,
i hope you can relate to my story or my past and see that God will move in a mighty way, even if you seem lost.
