My name is Marcia, and I grew up in a family that feared the Lord. But I didn’t understand it. I only wanted to leave my family in Brazil and find new life in another place far away from them. So when I turned 16, I ran away. And as each year passed, I kept running away.
Far away. Another continent away.
By age 26, I found myself in Spain. I had experienced a life of drugs and alcohol, and I was looking for something else. I wanted new experiences, but it seemed that everywhere I went my old life still followed me around.
I couldn’t escape the same realities that I had in Brazil all those years before. And I couldn’t escape the life that I had built on drugs, alcohol, and every other vice. The one thing I could escape was my parents. I hadn’t talked to them since I left Brazil, but even this brought me no comfort.
Several times I considered taking my own life. My life had no sense, no direction, and no purpose. But when I was 38, I met a pastor who told me about a man that could change my life and give me purpose.
This East-West partner told me about a loving Savior named Jesus. This man could erase all I had done and give me something to run toward instead of running away. That was when my life changed.
As soon as I believed, the first people I wanted to tell were my parents. I wanted them to know where I was and the new person that I had become because I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
My life now makes sense. I don’t need anything other than my Savior because He is my life and my hope. I may not have enough time or words to show how grateful I am to God for rescuing me, but I can preach His precious gospel and tell everyone what He did in my life.