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Matthew 6

25 "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is
not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?
26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not much more valuable than they?
27 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life ?
28 "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.
29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.
30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not
much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
31 So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?'
32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.
33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.
34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

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My name is Kit Santiano and I have been a member of YFC [CFC-Youth for Christ] since May 2000. I’m going to share with all of you about my life without God.

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When I was eight years old, my mother had cancer. Every night I would pray to God and beg him, "Please, God, make my mother better, please give her back her health, please take away her pain, please don’t let her suffer anymore." I didn’t ask God for anything else.

After two years of watching my mother suffer, she died. On the day she died I was so angry with God. Didn't He hear any of my prayers? Of all the people in the world, why did He take my mother away from her daughter, son, and husband? My mother was a nurse and helped save
people’s lives. To me she was the kindest person in the world. When she died a part of me died with her. I will never again go on shopping sprees with her and have mother-daughter talks; and she won't help me get ready for prom, see me graduate, cry at my wedding, and take my calls to baby-sit her grandkids. I was so angry at God for taking her away from me. I just didn’t understand. Over the years that followed, I thought I didn’t need God because I thought He was never there. I really didn’t have much faith in Him at all. I would go to church only
because I had too and I would sit there and wait till it was over.

By the time I was 13 I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. I would steal, swear, get into fights, and smoke socially. I thought as long as I didn’t do any of those things around adults, everything would be all right.

When I got into high school my family moved to a different town. I struggled though my freshman year. I missed my old friends but I had to make new ones. All I wanted to do was fit in. But once again I got into the wrong crowed, and things became worse. I got introduced to alcohol and drugs. I would lie to my Dad so I could go to parties. Sometimes I would even sneak out of my house. All I cared about was having fun -- that’s all I wanted.

My Dad and I grew very distant. The more he tried to be strict with me the more I would rebel. I would talk back and yell at him. It was hard to be in the same room without yelling at each other. By the end of my freshman year my Dad remarried. I was happy for him, yet in the back of my mind I was sad that my Dad let another woman enter his life.

That same year my brother left for college. He and I get along very well and I love him very much. But he was
leaving me and that tore me apart. After my mother died he was the one who took care of me. I listened to him
more than I listed to my Dad. He was always there when I needed him. When my dad wasn’t around my brother
was. When he left for college I felt like everyone in my life went away. I didn’t have anyone, I felt alone.

Thoughout high school I became addicted to smoking. My grades were slipping, but I just didn’t care. I didn’t
care about my future, I didn’t care about anyone, and I didn’t care about myself. Where was God then?

By senior year I felt like I hit rock bottom. Nothing was going right, everything was falling apart. I felt like I was
going insane. I was worried about graduating and getting into Indiana University. My GPA was low and I was
hopeless. I was going though a downward spiral. I felt like I wasn’t going anywhere. I was lost. I was angry at the
world. I was angry at God. I was angry at myself. I didn’t think God cared about me because no one else seemed
too.

But then my parents joined Couples for Christ. They began changing. Instead of yelling at me they began to help me and I was too stubborn to see that. My dad was enlightened by God and he was so determined to help me. Our relationship improved-- we actually started communicating. Eventually I told him I smoked. I didn’t want to smoke anymore and I needed someone to strongly motivate me. I knew he would make me quit. I
started to connect with my stepmother. She is a very wonderful person. I accept her as my mother now. I’m very lucky to have her in my life.

Light at the end

Yet even though my relationship with my parents was repaired, it wasn’t enough. I still had feelings of hopelessness and being lost. I didn’t let God in my life and my Dad saw that. My dad was absolutely determined to put God back in my life. So he put me though a religious camp in Marraville, Indiana. I disliked it so much I didn’t complete the whole program. But my Dad didn’t give up. He told me about another youth group called YFC, who also hold thier own camps. I refused to go though another religious camp. But my Dad said, if I went to this camp he would fly me to New York City for spring break. So then I agreed to go.

The camp I went to was in Illinois. I got my cousin to come with me. My Dad drove us to a place where a bus was going to pick us up and take us to the campsite. I dreaded the whole bus ride there. Once I did get to the campsite I wanted to go home. There were so many people there and the only person I knew was my cousin. But I gave the camp a chance. I found myself relating to other kids because they faced similar problems as I did. And I herd stories of how God has helped them in their lives. My first YFC camp experience was great. By the end of the camp I gave myself to God and accepted Him back into my life.

Reality bites

When I went home, the problems I left for the weekend were still there. But this time I had God with me. I graduated high school. I was accepted into Ball State and Indiana State University but I wanted to go to Indiana University. I prayed to God to please help me get into I.U. The next day I got a letter from I.U. In the letter it said I wasn’t accepted but if I went though an SFI program and passed it, they would let me in. I took the chance. This summer I spent six weeks in Bloomington studying like crazy. My hard work paid off because I passed the program and this fall I will be going to Indiana University.

God was always with me. He never left me even though I abandoned Him. He gave my Dad strength to never give up on me. Most of all God gave my Mad strength to go on after my Mom died.

My brother is in good health. He is a successful college student and we still have a close relationship.

I understand now that God took my mother into His kingdom. She doesn’t suffer anymore and she feels no pain. Sometimes I feel her watching over me. (Kit Santiano) Next story

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