I grew up in a family of five. Money was not always in our hands but we  were always in the hands of God. I remember thinking to myself one day at school, “Why do all these kids get to have nice shoes and bring money to school and all my mom gave me was a box of sandwiches and an orange?” It wasn’t a moment of discontent but a true moment of questioning myself and wondering why God did not choose my parents to be rich. I was 10 years old at the time and I had just been saved. I was born again. Yes, I was raised in a God-fearing home, but I didn’t really have the Holy Spirit in my heart until I was ten years old.

I left for boarding house at the age of 15. I had so many responsibilities as I was elected the chaplain and a dorm monitor. My faith grew to a point of almost no return. I was challenged and faced with situations that could only get better if I surrendered to God. So I did. Not to say it was easy but my story changed when I decided I didn’t want to be mediocre. I wanted to be in a relationship with God – a sweet one.

I put God to the test. All He did was show me angels.

I sat on my bed the last night of the semester in 2010 and I heard a voice direct me to go out and pray around my dormitory. So I did, for I knew it was the voice of God. I walked around the building praying and the Lord opened my eyes to see angels. I looked and smiled. Actually, I stared. They were beautiful and all they did was smile at me, too. I guess that was God’s sign to me that He has always been with me, even when I didn’t think He was.

My life changed. My story changed. I stopped doubting and began to believe more, because He was there.

Abigail, 22
Accra, Ghana

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