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SummaryI was at the end of my rope π’. My business selling Changa wasnβt working, and at home my partnerβs abuse left me feeling worthless. In my despair, I decided to poison my daughter, my son, and then myself. As I locked the door and prepared the poison, I heard the unmistakable voice of God say, βDo not kill them.β My little girl fell to her knees begging, βMommy, please donβt kill us,β and my sonβs tears begged for mercy. I dropped the poison, and in that moment, God gave me new life. Six months later, tourists from Australia led me to an Orthodox church in Kira, Kenya, where I found hope and a community of faith πβ¨.
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