A Lost Soul Finds The Way

Rachel Yasui was born in Hawaii, but moved at a young age to California. Her childhood was pretty normal for the most part. She and her family went to church, lived in a middle class neighborhood, and did the normal stuff that families do, until one day when things suddenly began to change.

“It all seemed to happen so fast. One day I found out that the father who was raising me was in fact not my dad. I was seven years old at the time and was devastated by the news. My biological father lived in Hawaii. I was able to talk to him once, but after that I was not allowed to have any contact with him at all. Things had changed dramatically for me from this point on.

I was the oldest of four girls and the differences between myself my half sisters became more evident. There were lots of questions, but no answers. The atmosphere in our house had changed from peaceful to one of violence. The physical, mental, and emotional abuse was mainly directed at me, but my sisters had their share of suffering as well. The situation seemed hopeless. We went to church on Sunday and appeared to be a normal family, but at home, behind closed doors, it was a different story. I would hear all of this talk about love in church and then come home and face brutal abuse. So in all of this, I hated God. After all, how could a loving God allow these things to happen?
As I grew older I found myself struggling in school and at home. I couldn’t take it anymore so I joined the Army to escape. I grew up in the Army and finished my education there. After finishing my military training, I had one week before the Army would send me to Germany so I made plans to meet my dad for the first time. I always wanted to meet my dad and visit Hawaii. I often wondered what he was like.

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I was very excited to see him but I have to admit, it was really different. It was hard for me to say dad. I didn’t know him and I had a warped image of what a father was supposed to be, so I kept a wall around my heart.
Right after the visit, I was on my way to Germany. I was away from my abusive past and free to do what I wanted. I was really naive to the things of the world and to life in general. I spent four years in Germany and it was a very destructive time for me. I rebelled against God, did whatever I wanted, and ended up having more hatred towards Him. I did things to numb the pain and forget the past and to forget God. I really didn’t want anything to do with God. He wasn’t there for me when I needed Him. He wasn’t there to protect me from my childhood, so I didn’t want Him.
After four years of living in Germany I had decided to get out of the Army. I thought that if I moved back to Hawaii it would give me more time to get to know my dad. I always wanted to live in Hawaii, so here was my chance.
The relationship between my dad and I felt strange. My childhood was gone and I was an adult now. I didn’t really know how to act around this man that I barely knew. I still did whatever I wanted. I continued to live a very dangerous and destructive life, to numb and hide my pain.

After a year of living in Hawaii and trying to fit into the local culture, I started getting phone calls from one of the local pastors named Frances Kamahele. I couldn’t figure out how in the world he got my phone number. He would call inviting me to his church. I wasn’t interested, not even a chance. He kept calling and I kept saying no. I gave him every excuse that I could think of. He was very persistent. I finally gave in, just so he would quit bothering me. When I met Frances he told me that my grandparents had mentioned to him that their granddaughter, who lives in Hawaii, needs the Lord. When I heard this I was even more turned off because it reminded me of the things that I went through growing up. It wasn’t my grandparents’ fault, but to me they were a part of it because they did nothing to help. So, as I sat and listened to the service, I was very hard, bitter, skeptical and sarcastic. I kept a distance. Why should I give my heart and life to a loving God who allowed these things to happen to me? These were the things that kept playing in my mind, but over time I surrendered and gave God a chance. I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior in March 1991. Still not completely understanding the “why’s†I found a sample essay, possibly better how to write a college essay and article reviews. . dysfunction . inversiones en bolsa . Electronic Cigarettes from 399rub - e cigarette. Joye eGo / 510 from Totally Wicked. . Косметология филлеры. дзержинский.