Testimonies

The Left Foot

The sun shone brightly on the Monday morning of 10th June 2019, and as usual, I went for my tally classes. All of a sudden, while returning to my bike, I saw a taxi heading my way. I stood still as there was no space to move, and suddenly it happened. The taxi rammed into my left foot leaving it bruised and injured. Continue reading

Testimonies

My slow and steady Transformation

I always knew that Jesus was my saviour. However, there was so much of me, myself and I in my life that I never made even a little bit of room for Him.

The Lord showered me with many blessing. In 2009, I was saved from second stage Mycosis Fungoides (a type of non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma) and a year later, I was blessed with a beautiful marriage, yet I had forgotten the Lord’s mercies on me. My faith consisted of a quick rosary while travelling to work and the Eucharist was nothing more than a Sunday obligation. However, this didn’t last for long, my transformation was well on its way. Continue reading

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The Prodigal Daughter

I was introduced to the CFCI community in 2012. However, since I was neither willing to change my lifestyle nor my choices, I decided to abscond from the community.

Meanwhile, I tangled myself into many worldly addictions; one of them being my involvement in a physically abusive romantic relationship. I tried to invite this man into the community, hoping that it would change things between us. However, he was too accustomed to his lifestyle and had no desire to change for the better. In fact, he insisted that I leave the community too. Hence, I decided to leave the community again and as time passed I struggled with more than just one broken relationship. Continue reading

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How I learnt to hold Mama’s hand

When I began my walk with Jesus I didn’t understand why I would need anyone else’s help me because in my head Jesus was the only One I would ever need. I spent time conversing and building a relationship with Jesus and with the Holy Spirit. On my first-ever mission, I had to give a teaching in Hindi, a language I barely understood or spoke. I just clung on to the Holy Spirit and desperately sought any help I could get. The team members prayed the Rosary and for the first time in years, I decided to join in. I rationalized by telling myself that I was just saying Scripture out loud, so it’s fine, and I am not moving away from Jesus, as I am just professing the Word of God. As I prayed the Rosary I felt a certain peace and contentment that eluded me. Continue reading