Sixteen Years in Captivity

I never understood just how important a human soul could be to God. The soul is the only thing we actually own and the only place I belonged.

I was raised by a single mother, and she loved God with all her heart.

So many times, we would fall asleep to the sound of gunfire. Out of this chaos, God chose me. I fought against Him and His will for so long. Every time I knocked down by life and Satan, G...