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Profit from the sale of this book will go to the Children’s House of Hope in western Kenya which this ministry supports.

When I tell my story to my friends, they often say, “Write a book.” It took me many years of talking and thinking, for I did not think I could do it. But here it is, finally, for all who desire to read it. I pray it will be a blessing to you and, at the same time, change the way you look at an orphan or a homeless child, compelling you to compassion and a love that goes beyond circumstances. Somebody did that for me, and I am so grateful.

This book is a memorial of God’s faithfulness and love. Its intent is to bring hope to the hopeless, comfort to the hurting of heart, and a new dawn to the poor and orphaned child. The years of walking through the desert brought me a better understanding of who God is and the reality of His presence. Through it all, I did not walk alone; He walked with me.

Life was never intended to be only roses on the way. Those who hurt me in the process of rearing me, I have forgiven every one of them. Reliving the memories while writing this book reminded me of my duty to forgive. That was not an easy task as I endured once more the pain of those days. But all in all, I must say that it served me well to confront those memories of yesteryear with an open heart so that I could be free and experience peace.

From Brazil to the Caribbean island of Bonaire, I woke up to new horizons filled with new experiences, new people, and new languages. Life was challenging but interesting. From Bonaire to Africa, my childhood dreams came true. God gave me a husband and children, settling me in the security of a family. From Africa to the United States, I matured into the responsibility of motherhood, watching our children grow and become responsible parents themselves. From the United States to Israel, I passed through the most exciting time of my life, walking with the Lord and experiencing His supernatural ways.

To all those who helped me on the way to become what God purposed me to be, I leave here a word of gratitude. To my childhood supporter while I was in the orphanage, Mr. Macpherson, thank you. You planted your seed of love in my life for eternity. I love you. To my mother, who spent hours on her knees on my behalf, no words can express and no tears can show the depth of my gratitude to you. You have been a silent partner with me in the work God called me to do. Your reward is in heaven, where you are right now.