Some years ago a friend of mine told me about his testimony, in which the Holy Spirit healed him through laughter. That was the first time I heard of the Holy Spirit working that way, and I found it amazing. At the School of the Prophet in 2025, I was surrounded by people experiencing this healing laughter. I asked the Lord to bless me in that way too. Indeed, what God does for one person, He can also do for another. When I came back, the person I mentioned at the beginning,

Good morning everyone, I've been meaning to write a testimony about how God has intervened in my drawing for a while, so now is the time. ☺️ I wanted to post some old drawings to show the difference, but... I threw them away in previous years.😅 Probably it's better that way. I've always loved drawing. For me, it was both a way to escape from everyday life and a way to express the pain I felt inside. I was still a minor when drawing bloody scenes. A few years after I was bapt

I recently had a dream where I was asked this question. Even in everyday life, years ago, I was asked this question. But this time, in the dream, I knew how to give an answer. For those who have read my sharing of the story of me and my mother, I warn you that it will be a repetition, although obviously different. For those of you who have not read it, I am sorry to say that I ended up deleting it, but this dream made me understand that it was important to share it again. The

I had insomnia for 9 years of my life. I also stayed awake for three days in a row. Of course I was not able to speak correctly after three days of sleep deprivation. My words intertwined. The brain need to rest to process things. It happened to me recently that some people asked me if I remembered them and... no. Even though I know that we saw each other for at least two years, I only remembered the woman for her sweet calmness and the context where we saw each other but not

Isaiah 43:1 But now this is what the Lord says, the one who created you, Jacob, the one who formed you, Israel: “Do not be afraid, because I’ve redeemed you. I’ve called you by name; you are mine. Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. None of us are perfect. No one always says or does the right thing, even if they would like to. We are imperfect human beings. The

I don't remember how old I was but I know it was from 15 or earlier, since I still lived with my mother. I started having suicidal thoughts on my birthday. I remember that to "celebrate" my mother took me out to a restaurant. I was so happy to have her attention that I let my guard down. She asked me questions about my brother, about the time he spent on the computer. I said the truth. When we got home, my mother went down to my brother in the cellar and she started yelling a

For years I knew there was something wrong with me but I couldn't figure out what. I know I felt like a ghost, even though I was interacting with people, because it was like I couldn't feel present in the moment. I had read about dissociation because I was determined to find a solution but I didn't think I had it. Years passed and the truth came out when I spoke to a trauma expert about my recurring nightmares. In recurring nightmares I was being abused and I couldn't react.

#toxicrelationship #truelove #healinginlove #testimony Based on a true story, where a princess, before meeting her handsome prince, ended up in the clutches of a dark lord, but do not fear dear readers because the happy ending wins. Through one of my school friends, I met a guy. This guy was much older than me but he seemed kind. We know that appearances are sometimes deceiving. This person, unlike me, drank a lot and smoked weed constantly. We were still at the beginning whe

Dear friend, I understand how you feel. I too have seen the blackest darkness in my life. This is not to say that our experiences are the same, but similar. So I understand you. I cried so much I asked God if my tears could cover an entire football field. I cried so much that I was afraid to start, because I didn't know when I would stop. I wondered if it would last forever. The years passed and although there were joys, the multitude of pain was stronger. God has been my anc

Two years ago, while I went sledding in the mountains for the first time, I fell and a sled with two people on board hit me on the back. When I got up I felt pain and shortly after I started to notice that I couldn't move my right arm but only my hand. I was scared but I was reassured that it was normal at first and I continued with the pain. In the evening I was only able to move the lower part of my arm. I was scared. In those days I dreamed of Raffaello chocolates several