I would like to start off when my family and I moved to Florida back in 2002.
It was the vision of my father to open a church in a place where there was
none. My father had opened the church in Chihuahua, Mexico, where I grew up.
Our moving away was not only hard on my family and relatives but for our church
family as well.
When we came to the U.S., we spent our first year in North Carolina with my
father’s relatives, where I went to 6th grade. But my parents had distant
relatives and friends in Florida. They had their history, and so, it was decided
to move there. We moved into a terrible complex to a cheap one bedroom, one
bathroom apartment for a family of 5. And that was how we started. That’s where
our first church service was held. But with everything going well, the
enemy didn’t hesitate one bit. My father testifies that when he was on the
verge of opening the church in Mexico, the devil had warned him not to proceed
and tried to stop him as best he could with one last attempt, the life of one
of his children. But despite it all, my parents grew stronger and more attached
to God and proceeded with the mission. Here in Florida, while we were in
the process of getting a local place for our church, the devil was still on our
heels. He threw a warning at my parents once again, to not proceed in
opening a church. He tried again, by wanting to take his dignity as a pastor
and to bring shame to our family. It was like the world turned against us. But through
it all, my parents persevered. I am proud and happy for them. I admire my
mother for her constant prayers for her children and prayers of strength to go
on. It may have taken me a while to comprehend a lot of what happened during
our lives, but now that I am older and do understand it, I am happy and
support my parents to carry on their mission in this life. The devil will never
stop testing us, but now I don’t see him as when I was a child. I can easily
say, “You devil you, I will crush you with my heel!”
I am following my mother’s footsteps and making it my profession. Now I am a
third generation seamstress. I learned mostly everything from my mom like she
did with hers. I went to school to get certified and God opened doors for me I
never thought I could achieve. It’s a privilege that God gave me such an ability
to create modest attire in a now lusty, modern world. I have big dreams but
only if God is willing will they become reality. We can all come as far as we
wish if we leave everything in God’s hands. No matter the circumstance, or even
in your worst nightmare, He IS there keeping you safe. As a sister in
Christ, I hope this story of part of my life can be of encouragement to
someone. Thank you for sharing Sarai! May God continue to bless you and use your talents.
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