A former refugee finds freedom.

"The rock of my refuge"

We were refugees. We had lost everything. Having fled the heavy bombing of our city, we reached a village after a long journey. A farmer offered my family and me a room above a stable. I was just a small child. I cried. And I so much wanted to go to sleep. But ever-recurring nightmares frightened me.

Though this happened years ago, the Balkan tragedy brought back memories. Seeing the images of refugees, I reached out to God in prayer, and instantly I could feel His deep, unquenchable love for His dear, beloved children.

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