POST by ABEN: Father of the Fatherless

Aben at Pastor Michael's house in Shippensburg, Pennsylvania

I am the only boy out of six kids. My dad was with another woman and with her, he had three girls. Then he met my mum at a bakery. They entered into a relationship and as time passed, together they had a little girl, so my dad had four daughters in total.

He had accepted that his life would only be filled with daughters. My parents had been together for two years when my mum became pregnant again. She was pregnant with me and when my dad found out that I was a boy, he said “That boy is not mine!” My mum asked “Why not?” and he responded with, “It’s not mine because I only have girls.”

My dad had never wanted that little boy. He would say that the kid was a disgrace and my mum would suffer because my dad left her when I was born and so she did not really have any support.

I grew up without a father and so at times I would ask my mum about my dad. She would flippantly explain that my father left because of me being a boy, and that I should never have been born.

I was just a child without a dad and without the love of a mother because she would always be working to get food for her two kids. I never had a dad to guide me and to take away the bad memories and the painful words.

My dad came back looking for my mum and told her lies that he would never leave her and she was convinced that his words were truth. Once again, she became pregnant and it was a girl so now we were six in total and with only one boy out of the six kids.

Then he left again and when he was leaving he said, “That boy annoys me. I want to get away from him!” She was abandoned again and she had no money and no home (because my grandmother had told her to leave the house because she fell for what my dad had said).

My mum prayed to God that he would give her strength to keep moving forward. The place where we lived was horrible and cold. Our house was made out of plastic and cardboard. Then we went back to live with my grandmother.

My mum gave thanks to God because he had listened to her when she had asked Him for a better place to live. He had heard her prayers about being removed from that horrible place where we were living.

She started believing more in God and she said to me that there is a father that will never leave you. I asked “Who?” and she said “God in heaven. I am so sorry for everything that I have said to you. I now know that having a son is a blessing and you are a blessing to me. Even if your dad is not here, you will never go without food from now on. I will be your dad and your mum forever.”

Now I thank God because he does miracles and gave me a mum whose words are true. A dad is not someone who just makes a woman pregnant, but it is the man who takes care of them and I now know that I have a father who is God because he always takes care of me.

This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable.

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Aben with his little nephew

Soy el hijo unico  de 5 hermanas .

Mi padre antes de que naciera el tuvo una relacion  con otra mujer el cual habia dado

a luz a tres hijas mujeres .al pasar el tiempo el se encontro a mi madre en un trabajo de donde hacian pan ,ellos enpezaron a juntarse y enpezaron una relacion al pasar el tiempo el y mi madre tuvierion una hija con ella para mi padre eran  4 hijas mujeres y el ya habia aceptado que solo mujeres enjendraba.

Continuando ellos juntos pasaron 2 anos y mi madre cargaba en su vientre otro bebe . el cual era yo cuando naci el vio que era un nino varon y el grito y dijo ‘’ ese  hijo no es mio ‘’mi madre le dijo ‘’por que ‘’ y el respondio ‘por que  yo solo  mujeres enjendro‘ el nunca quiso  a  aquel nino decia que era un una desgracia para el mi madre sufria por el dolor y el sufrimiento por que no contaba con ninguna ayuda por que mi padre la avandono cuando naci .

Al ir creciendo sin padre yo le preguntaba a mi madre por el y ella me respondia por tu culpa el nos dejo ojala nunca hubieses nacido yo solamente un nino sin un padre y sin un amor de madre por que ella trabajaba de casa en casa por comida para sus 2 hijos nunca tuve consejos de padres y busca como distraer esos malos recuerdos y esas palabras tan dolorosas para mi .mi padre regreso a buscar a mi madre llego con mentiras diciendo que nunca la hiba a volver a dejar ,ella se dejo convencer despues de ahí mi madre queda embarazada de nuevo  de otra mujer mi hermana menor para el ya eramos 6 hijos 5 mujeres y un 1 hombre .

El volvio a irse por que decia’’que le molestaba la precensia de ese nino y de que queria estar lejos de el, por que ni su hijo era ,mi madre abandonada de nuevo sin dinero y sin un hogar donde vivir por que mi abuela la habia corrido con sus 3 hijos  por haberse metido con el hombre mentiroso ella oraba a dios para que lediera fuerzas para seguir adelante , consiguiendo un lugar donde era  muy frio y horrible viviamos en una casita de plastico y carton pasando el tiempo regresa a casa de mi abuela  ella dando gracias a dios por heberla escuchado y salir de ese lugar horrible donde viviamos ella enpezo a creer mas en dios y ella me dijo  hay un padre que nunca te va abandonar  y yo le dije’’ cual madre el dios que esta en  lo cielos y perdoname hijo por mi palabras que te dije antes he comprendido al fin que un hijo es una bendicion de dios y tu lo eres para mi y aun que tu padre no este a mi lado nunca le faltara comidas en sus bocas de ahora en adelante yo sere padre y madre para ustedes siempre .

Ahora sigo adelante y doy gracias a dios por que el hace milagros y como dijo mi madre padre no es el que enjendra si no el que  cria y cuida y se que ahora tengo un padre que es dios por que el siempre cuida de mi.

POST by YADER: El aboindono de mis padres

Morning Devotions (Capital on the Edge)

Hello my name is Yader.

When I was just five months old, my parents abandoned me and my grandmother adopted me. My parents did not have money to buy me food and everything that I needed. They were very poor and that is why they decided to give me to my grandmother.

I do not feel badly knowing all that, because my grandmother has always been by my side. She has loved me and helped me in my life. I thank God because he gave me my grandmother and she supported me and never turned her back on me.

I am now 21 years old and I thank God that I do not have any addictions. My grandmother always told me to move forward with God and not to get caught up with anything else.

God has helped me overcome obstacles and he’s given me direction. I have always had everything that I’ve needed, because I’ve always been with him.

Now I am a missionary for God and I feel like he has given me a purpose. From the bottom of my heart I can tell you that I exist to help people who are addicts. I live to evangelise people in the streets, so that whoever needs the Lord can know him through me.

Thank you for reading my story. God richly bless you and protect you.

Yader acting like a loon with Orlando...

Hola mi nombre es YADER 

Cuando tenia  5 meses de haber nacido mis padrs me abandonaron y mi abuela me adopto .

Mis padres no tenian recursos para darme de comer  y todo lo material .Mis padres eran muy pobres por eso tomaron la decision de que iviera con mi abuela .

No me siento mal al saber eso porque mi abuela estaba siempre a mi lado para sacarme adelante .

Le doy muchisimas gracias a Dios que me dio a mi abuela que me a poyo mucho y nunca medio la espalda .

Tengo 21 año de edad y le doy mil gracias a Dios que no tengo adicciones ,mi abuela siempre me  ayudaba  para seguir el camino de Dios .

Dios me ayuda a salir adelante y que no  me falte nda al estar con el ,ahora soy un misionero para nuestro Dios y siento que el proposito que Dios a puesto en mi corazon es para ayudarles aquellas personas que estan en vicios y no tienen una vos de aliento que les allude a poder salir de lo malo . Y otro de los propositos es  evangelizar en las calles a los que lo necesiten . 

Gracias por todo y que Dios los bendiga y los guarde .

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This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable.  

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed.

POST by ELIEZER: Testimony

Eliezer in Sunny San Diego

Hello, my nam is Eliezer. I am going to share with you a little bit about my life.

I grew up in a very small region called Cedro Galan in Managua, Nicaragua. As a child, I had many needs, because we are very poor and things were not so good for my family.

 

When I was about 8 years old I went to work on a small coffee farm. I woke up at 2 am to be able to get there early enough to make money for my grandparents.

My parents left me with my grandparents for half of my life. I couldn’t be with my parents because they didn’t have a good house to live in. My Dad never wanted my family to tell other people, when I was born, that I was his son. I was denied and told that I was not his son. I never experienced true love from a father.

But with luck, my sisters could have that love from my father, the love I always wanted. I have two sisters. The one that is 11 years old is the one that I love the most.

The other one is my age, she is my half sister, she is very selfish and my dad always gives everything to her, but he gives my little sister very little. He never gives me anything. I feel a little better because my sister hopefully won’t have to go through what I went through.

My dad was very bad to my mum, he always mistreated her when they were not together and told my sister and I horrible words about my mama. I always have those bad memories when he would say "your mum is a bitch, I am going to kill her and cut her head off." I felt very bad and my sister did not deserve to hear those words from my dad. Because of the horrible words, I can never forgive him.

Due to the conditions we lived in, it was hard for me to go to school. I had little time for my studies. I started to study very early, but my job made it difficult for me to study. It’s very sad that these things can change a person’s life.

My house was made very poorly. It was made of sheet metal on the sides as walls, and the house was very bad. The wood roof had so many holes that my bed would be wet when it rained. I would sleep in wet my wet bed, and my grandmother always cried because I was so sick. I was always cold.

I always had a childhood with hurt feelings and a broken heart.

I never had a birthday party or Christmas celebrations. But I have hope in God, and since I am with God, my heart feels better and I believe things will go well.

I hope you enjoyed my story, thank you for reading. God bless you today.

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Eliezer in San Diego

Ola mi nombre es Eliezer les vengo con un poco de mi vida
 

Desde muy pequeño crecí en una comarca llamada cedro galán en Managua nicaragua teníamos muchas necesidades porque somos muy pobres las cosa no eran tan buena con my familia alrededor de 8 anos de edad ya me ponía a trabajar en una finca de corta de café recuerdo que me despertaba alas 2 de la mañana para poder llegar temprano para hacer mas dinero para mis abuelos

Mis padres me dejaron la mitad de  mi vida con mis abuelos porque no me podían tener con ellos por falta de una casa para poder vivir bueno mi mama porque mi papan nunca me quiso my familia me cuenta que el cuando yo nací el me negó dijo que yo no era su hijo i nunca e sabido lo que es el verdadero amor de un padre

Pero de suerte que mis hermanas si lo pudieron tener ese amor que yo siempre quise tengo 2 hermanas  una de 11 anos que es lo que mas quiero  loa otra es de mi edad mi media hermana es muy egoísta y mi papa siempre le a dado todo a ella pero ami hermanita le da muy poco y ami nunca me da nada pero me siento un poco bien porque por lo que yo pase mi hermanita tal vez no lo va a pasar

Mi papa era muy malo con mi mama siempre la maltrataba aunque no estaban juntos y a mi y a mi hermanita nos decía unas palabras horribles de mi mama siempre llevare esos malos recuerdos el decía “tu mama es una perra la boy a matar le boy a cortar la cabeza “ i yo me sentía muy mal y mi hermanita no se merecía oír esas palabras tan despiadadas de mi papa contra my mama nunca lo podré perdonar

En el particular estilo de vida pues e tenido muy pocas oportunidades para mis estudios yo comencé muy temprano mis estudios  pero por mi trabajo era muy difícil estudiar para mi es muy triste porque esas cosas te puede cambiar la vida

Mi casa era muy pobre era de laminas de metal a los lados y madera  muy mala el techo tenia tantos agujeros que mi cama seme mojaba cuando llovía era horrible yo me dormía mojado y mi abuela siempre lloraba por que yo siempre me enfermaba era muy frío nunca pude tener una infancia siempre fue dolor por todos mis sentimientos

En mis cumple anos nunca tuve alegría  ni en navidad ni en ninguna época de el ano pero siempre queda una esperanza que es dios desde que estoy con dios en mi corazón me ciento mejor y las cosas siempre salen bien espero que les higa gustado mi historia muchas gracias por leer  que dios los bendiga.