I read the Bible before I became a Christian. I would start in Genesis and usually give up somewhere in Leviticus. After some time I would pick it up again, I could never let it be untouched for long. But whenever I had friends over for a visit I would hide my Bible. I never dared to say I believed in God either, something that instantly changed when I was saved.

I went to sunday school as a kid. I don't doubt that I got some positive input there, but the only thing I remember is a weird idea that the earth would explode about year 2000 a.d.. The reason was that the earth supposedly was created 2000 years b.c. (which is not true according to the Bible.) I also remember stealing stars for my attendance-card and some bookmarks with bibleverses on them.

Before I got saved I stole. Once I started, it soon became a habit. I would steal every time I entered a store. At the market downtown I stole lots of girly stuff and other things that I had no use of, I only took it for the sake of excitement. But when I was saved I instantly quit stealing. Giving up stealing was never a struggle to me, neither was it a process where I gradually grew out of it as I got older. I actually don't remember feeling guilty after stealing. But when God met me for the first time I just quit automatically.

Some say "we sin with our words and actions all the time." And these are people who call themselves saved. I was saved from living a life in sin when I met God. And I cannot believe that people can be met by God and continue to sin. When you are saved you don't continue in sin, you are saved from it and you live a life in rightousness.

But before I was saved I was miserable. I was a good student and my mothers sweetheart, but inside I was a crook. I was evil and I really just wanted to die, only I was to afraid to do something about it. I don't think anyone knew what went on inside my little head, and I was good at hiding my feelings. I could lie in bed crying, but when mom came close to my door I would wipe away my tears and pretend to be asleep.

The main reason I was tired of life was a disease I was born with, Hypoglypomy I think it is called. I never wanted to know any of it, neither its name nor how it worked. I almost had to be forced to take my medications. Because I was sick, I was a spoilt child. For instance I remember I was the only one of 7 siblings who got a bike. This gave my siblings "reason" to hate me. I remember one of them said to me "I wish you were given away", being angry because I always had my way with things.

As a kid I remember I was angry at my parents for giving birth to me. When one of my siblings heard, I was just told not to talk like that. They didn't understand that I spoke out of hate towards the life I was living.

I would lie in bed and long for freedom. I would think of the homeless people in the States, with maybe only a few belongings in a shopping trolley, and I envied them their freedom. Because of my disease I was dependent on grown-ups to care and look after me constantly. I often had seizures leading to frequent hospital visits.

I was an energic kid in spite of my destructive perspective on life, and liked to play soccer. My parents divorced when I was to start in 2nd grade and in spite of all the moving around after that I always found friends. I did not end up as a victim in school. Instead I was the one who bullied other kids. I was brought to the principal once, but I just laughed at it, not realizing how serious this was.

I don't remember when it started, but several times at night, while I was still in elementary school, my heart started to cry out to God for Him to heal me. I read about great wonders and powerful miracles in the bible, and saw that Jesus walked around healing anyone oppressed by Satan. And I said to God; "Why can't you heal me?"

I often cried myself to sleep, and I wondered if anyone cared about me at all. I wanted to pretend to be dead, just to see if anyone would cry when they found me. I doubted this, even though I had a really good family. I wanted to die, I even tried to choke myself with my pillow. If I'd had a gun I would have shot myself, but I never dared to cut my wrists. I was too scared of the pain, and the shame if anyone should find out that I wanted to kill myself.

But one day everything was changed. I was at a Christian camp the summer before junior high. I used to go to these kind of youth camps about 4 times a year. I only went to have fun and to be away from my mother for a change. I never missed my family on these camps, but I always had a sister with me. So I didn't get away from them there either.

I tried to skip all the meetings and anything I was supposed to take part in. But in the past year, things had started to happen on these camps. So this summer I attended the evening rallies, and I felt something pull on my heart when there were invitations to be prayed for. I was with some old friends from the place I was born, and I thought it was bad enough to even be at the meeting, so I didn't dare to go up front to be prayed for.

But on the third night I think it was, I just walked up there. As I was prayed for, I was struck lame from the knees down, so that I fell. After laying there for about 15 minutes I was concious again, and I saw many others laying around me. I rose up and sat down on a bench and started to cry. But this time it was tears of enormous joy. I didn't say anything. My sister came over to me, but I could neither speak nor stop crying like I usually did when anyone came close to me. I continued to weep for at least 15 minutes. And it was then that I said in my heart; "Jesus, I'm willing to die for you if I have to." And right then I was saved.

When I left that meeting I felt really relieved, and I had every reason to. As I gave my life to Jesus, He took away all my sin and disease. On the cross, Jesus carried both our sin and our disease. And that is what I have experienced.

I witnessed of this to many of my new class mates in junior high. I had a brand new life, and I still have. I was on a pink sky for several years, because God had taken me out of darkness and placed me in His Son's beloved Kingdom.

I was rid of my problems with the disease, and I didn't have any seizures after I got saved. But the doctors didn't believe that I was healed at first, since he only saw with the physical eye, and not the eyes of faith that we as Christians have. I told a friend in junior high this; "2+2=4 and it has always been. The earth has always been round, even before anyone found out. It’s the same way; I’m healed, even though the doctors can't see it on the tests yet. Gods Word says that by His wounds we are healed. That is Truth no matter how many doctors or doubting and mothers that are trying to tell me otherwise.