Since I was a little girl, I have had the desire in my heart to come to the USA. The only thing I knew about this country was that there was freedom here, and I loved that. I wanted to be at a place where you can speak freely about what you think without being in danger to be put in prison or a concentration camp. Being born and raised in a communist country like Bulgaria, you could not freely express your opinion about the system, and one of the major weapons the communists used was fear. You had to do what you were told to do in complete obedience and submission. Both of my parents and my aunt were members of the communist party. My aunt was a very active member and held a leadership position in the party. She adored communism and worshipped it. For some reason I didn’t like the system and the “silence”; I had all these questions: why couldn’t a person speak freely and say anything about it? I hated to go down the streets waving flags and shouting “Glory, glory to the communist party”. There was something inside of me that was in total disagreement with this, and many times when we had to do it, I lied that I was sick in order to avoid going to the event.
Every summer vacation I spent with my grandpa and grandma, and I enjoyed that time so much. In the evening hours my grandpa would listen to a radio station called “Free Europe”, and I would sit with him listening about the freedom in other European countries and the USA. I started dreaming that one day I would go to the USA and live there. It was a dream in my little heart that began to increase year after year, and I started believing that this was possible.
My grandma was the first person who told me one day about Jesus and what He did on the cross. I remember asking her to tell me the story about Him over and over again. As a little child I started praying to God and asking Him for different things. I didn’t know how to pray and what to say but found some religious prayers in a small orthodox calendar and memorized them. God started answering my prayers and giving me the things that I asked for. At that time there were no books about God; the Bible was forbidden, and you could not find any around. I decided that if I am going to the USA one day, I needed to learn the language, and for that reason, I went to English school at the age of 14. I left home and moved to another town not far very away from home. There was unbelievable brain washing at school; we were taught that there is no God and asked to write an essay as a homework that says “God doesn’t exist”. I still can hear the words of my history teacher saying that Jesus Christ was a myth, that this man never existed on the face of the earth, and all the stories about Him were not real. The day that I had to write an essay I was “sick” again and stayed at home. I knew in my heart that God was real, and He does exist; I didn’t have any knowledge or understanding, but I knew that I knew He is real!
I started dreaming with God about America. There was such a great love in my heart about this country and the people. It is difficult to explain it with words, but I was longing for a place of freedom and liberty and from the radio broadcasting, I knew this was available in USA.
After high school graduation I was accepted as a student at the most prestigious university in Bulgaria. During this time there were changes that took place in the country, and the communism came to its end. This was the time when I met three guys in my group at the university who were different than the others. There was something in their eyes that caught my attention, and I wanted to spend time with them. One day they invited me to church, and the rest is history.
Now I live in the USA, the country that was in my heart since I was a child, and God is using me to minister to people here and in other nations. I am so blessed to have all of my friends who supported me and were here for me during difficult times: my spiritual Mom who taught me Godly principles and imparted so much into my life, my leaders and pastors who believed in me and helped me to grow in my relationship with God. There are so many things to be thankful for. When I look back, I see God’s hand all over my life, how He led me to the place that He wanted me to be. The circumstances were shouting too loud that it would never happen, it is impossible, but God is far above all of that, and my Heavenly Father is the One who brought me to this country. My passion is healing and deliverance, and I walk in the destiny that He has for me. Nations are in my heart, and I know this is my call, to bring freedom and healing to all of those who are oppressed and in bondage. When you dream with the Lord, all things are possible!
I want to encourage you today not to give up on your dreams, desires and passions. Keep going, keep pressing, the answer is so close. Only people who give up never succeed. If you give up, you already lost, but if you don’t give up, you won’t lose anything; in fact, you will win and have victory at the end. It is never too late to start dreaming with God; He wants to dream with you. As Jeremiah 29:11 says, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future”.
God is a God of hope and future, no matter what your situation looks like, what is going on in your life now or how impossible it may look like. Don’t give up. Start to dream again with God, and you won’t be disappointed! He is the answer and will give you the desires of your heart.