I am so grateful to have found this forum! It’s a joy to connect with fellow believers as I grow in my faith. I’m a new Christian—I’ve given my heart and sins to Jesus, though I’m not yet baptized or settled into a church community. I’d love your guidance as I take these steps.
I am 43 years old, grew up in Sweden, a deeply secular country where atheism is the norm—my family was no exception. Yet at age 8, a children’s Bible sparked a love for Jesus that never left me. The stories felt alive, like vivid movies playing in my mind, and I longed to be part of that sacred history. But my family didn’t share my faith, especially my stepfather, who struggled with schizophrenia and religious trauma so it was not encouraged to pursuit.
As an adult, I explored spirituality, religions, and even witchcraft, searching for meaning.
My life has been marked by hardship. My parents divorced when I was 7, and my mother’s alcoholism worsened after she remarried. With my stepfather’s severe mental illness and her eventual drug use, I entered foster care at 11, moving between six homes until I was 17. Though I did quite well academically, depression made even simple tasks feel impossible even so homework,
At 19, I met my ex-husband, had an unplanned pregnancy, and became a mother at 21 and has another beautiful boy at 31.
For years, I endured his emotional and psychological abuse, isolated and drained. I love my sons deeply, but I feel like a shell of myself-despite the deep fulfilling love I poure into them but I wish I was not so tired.
Later, I earned top grades as an assistant nurse, but the unstable job market (on-call work with no guaranteed hours) left me burned out. After 11 years, I left my marriage with no income, relying on welfare and my half-sister’s hospitality. Psychiatry offered only medication, no real help—even after a suicide attempt, I was sent home after a brief 20 minutes evaluation.
My ex offered reconciliation, I agreed, but it was doomed from the start to fail.
Today, I’m stuck: I live with my ex (amicably, for our son’s sake) not in a romantic relationship and divorced by law, but I can’t secure housing without income and bad credit.
Yet through it all, Jesus has kept me alive with me getting to feel his hopefull,warm and unconditional love.
In my daily prayers I ask for guidance to find out how not just to *survive*, but to *live*—to heal, find purpose, and belong.
I crave a Christian community: a family to walk with me, pray with me, and help me grow.
In Sweden, individualism reigns ("lonely is strong," we say), and people often turn away from others’ struggles. I have no friends, no parents (they passed 10–11 years ago), and though my three half-sisters are kind, we’re not close and church life is very different and really small and unfortunately not so warm.
So here I am, openly sharing my story, hoping to find brothers and sisters in Christ.
I’m eager to learn, serve, and finally thrive—not just for myself, but to glorify God.
Thank you for welcoming me.
Sometime soon I will share my testimony of how I came to believe in Christ and how he revealed himself.
Thank you all for reading this far!
God bless and much love✨✝️✨ /Evelina
I am 43 years old, grew up in Sweden, a deeply secular country where atheism is the norm—my family was no exception. Yet at age 8, a children’s Bible sparked a love for Jesus that never left me. The stories felt alive, like vivid movies playing in my mind, and I longed to be part of that sacred history. But my family didn’t share my faith, especially my stepfather, who struggled with schizophrenia and religious trauma so it was not encouraged to pursuit.
As an adult, I explored spirituality, religions, and even witchcraft, searching for meaning.
My life has been marked by hardship. My parents divorced when I was 7, and my mother’s alcoholism worsened after she remarried. With my stepfather’s severe mental illness and her eventual drug use, I entered foster care at 11, moving between six homes until I was 17. Though I did quite well academically, depression made even simple tasks feel impossible even so homework,
At 19, I met my ex-husband, had an unplanned pregnancy, and became a mother at 21 and has another beautiful boy at 31.
For years, I endured his emotional and psychological abuse, isolated and drained. I love my sons deeply, but I feel like a shell of myself-despite the deep fulfilling love I poure into them but I wish I was not so tired.
Later, I earned top grades as an assistant nurse, but the unstable job market (on-call work with no guaranteed hours) left me burned out. After 11 years, I left my marriage with no income, relying on welfare and my half-sister’s hospitality. Psychiatry offered only medication, no real help—even after a suicide attempt, I was sent home after a brief 20 minutes evaluation.
My ex offered reconciliation, I agreed, but it was doomed from the start to fail.
Today, I’m stuck: I live with my ex (amicably, for our son’s sake) not in a romantic relationship and divorced by law, but I can’t secure housing without income and bad credit.
Yet through it all, Jesus has kept me alive with me getting to feel his hopefull,warm and unconditional love.
In my daily prayers I ask for guidance to find out how not just to *survive*, but to *live*—to heal, find purpose, and belong.
I crave a Christian community: a family to walk with me, pray with me, and help me grow.
In Sweden, individualism reigns ("lonely is strong," we say), and people often turn away from others’ struggles. I have no friends, no parents (they passed 10–11 years ago), and though my three half-sisters are kind, we’re not close and church life is very different and really small and unfortunately not so warm.
So here I am, openly sharing my story, hoping to find brothers and sisters in Christ.
I’m eager to learn, serve, and finally thrive—not just for myself, but to glorify God.
Thank you for welcoming me.
Sometime soon I will share my testimony of how I came to believe in Christ and how he revealed himself.
Thank you all for reading this far!
God bless and much love✨✝️✨ /Evelina
