I FOLLOW JESUS - Mollash Was Abused By Adoptive Parents...

All of these things appeared in the sky at
night.

I wondered if they were trying to communicate
something to me, to send me a message.

What was going on?

I was diagnosed with dissociative conversion
disorder.

I was told I only had a 13% chance of recovering.

They started to abuse me and my twin sister.

When I shot the gun, the bullet did not come
off.

As soon as I pulled it away from my head,
the bullet went off.

I am jesus

Hello everybody.

My name is Mollash.

I was born in Ethiopia, in Addis Ababa.

I lived there until I was 10, and then I got
adopted.

I subsequently came to America with my twin
sister, Terkwa.

When I came to America, I didn't know how
to speak English.

I was on a plane, with people I didn't know,
because they came and adopted me.

I had never met them before.

So I was very nervous.

I wanted to stay in Ethiopia with my mother.

Everything made me very nervous.

I felt like my mind was broken at that point.

Mainly because of being disconnected from
my mother.

All of this happened when I was about ten
years old.

The people who adopted me and took me to America
were angry.

They didn't expect my twin sister and I to
be this mature.

They would have liked younger girls.

That's when they started abusing me and my
twin sister.

So I was abused by the first family who adopted
me and taken away from them by the protection

of minors.

I had spoken about it to my mistress, without
knowing that it was about abuse.

I was just telling him what was going on at
home.

And the next day I was at school surrounded
by cameras.

I was asked what was going on at home.

I told them and my sister and I were placed
with foster families.

It all broke my mind even more.

I had already been taken from my mother and
felt that she had let me go.

And in fact, when I was younger, one year
and three months old, my dad believed twins

were bad luck.

It was a belief in his village.

So for a year and two months he would come
home drunk and try to kill me and my twin

sister when we were babies.

My mother was doing all she could to protect
us.

So knowing that even my dad didn't want me

that my mother abandoned me, when she did
not want to do it.

She just couldn't take care of us anymore.

To me it was like, "My mom doesn't want me,
my dad doesn't want me."

"These people are abusing me.

They don't want me."

"And now I'm going to integrate host families."

I didn't trust adults.

In the first host family where I was, they
took such good care of us.

They were very nice.

One night they put us to bed.

I asked them, "Can I call you mom and dad?"

I trusted them enough to ask them that question.

They said to me: "Yes".

I asked them, "Can you keep us?

Can I stay with you?"

When they told me, "No," my feelings against
adults only intensified.

I was like, "Wow, even they don't want me."

When we got adopted at this point, I had built
a barrier against adults.

When I was a teenager, I became very rebellious
towards my parents.

I still had problems with the police.

I was flying.

I was experimenting with drugs: MDMA, cocaine,
marijuana.

I partied all the time.

I was on parole.

I was fighting with everyone.

When I was sixteen, I moved in with twenty-three
year old men.

It was not a good situation.

My twin sister made four suicide attempts.

These were not 'small' attempts.

She went so far as to be hospitalized in a
psychiatric environment for two weeks.

I had never been separated from my twin sister
for so long.

It caused a lot of fear in me.

"What's going on?"

"I can't lose the one thing I have here."

At this point, my mind was breaking even more.

I was very rebellious.

I wasn't listening to the authorities.

I was not afraid of the police.

I wasn't afraid of anyone.

My parents were terrified.

"What should we do with this child?"

Even before, I fought with everyone at school.

I had picked up a girl by her neck because
she had spoken against my twin sister.

My parents put me in boxing lessons.

"If she is boxing, she will be able to vent
her anger on the punching bags."

But in fact, it gave me more pride.

It made me want to fight with people more.

Because there, I could fight well.

When I was eighteen, I was able to leave my
family.

I just didn't want to be with my parents.

I left and worked very hard to be able to
leave the house.

I took my own apartment.

At that time, I was able to save enough money
to return home to Ethiopia, to be able to

my family.

For me, it was an incredible moment.

The first family that abused me cut off any
connection I had with my mother.

Then through Facebook - it's like in a movie
-

Through Facebook, I found my family.

I was so happy.

We were able to connect together.

In 2017, my twin sister and I returned to
Ethiopia to see our mother.

But when I saw her for the first time-

I remember as a kid when I came to America

In everything I did, I always dreamed of the
moment when I would see my mother again.

"I can't wait to see my mother again.

I can't wait."

In everything I did, even after I grew up.

Everything was in anticipation of when I would
see her again.

"When I see my mother again, I will be a changed
person."

But when I saw it - I don't know what it was
exactly -

I didn't want to touch her.

I didn't want to hug her.

I had a weird feeling towards her.

It made me realize, "Oh my God, something's
wrong with me."

You know how children are separated from their
parents across borders.

There is such a trauma that when they see
their parents again, they don't feel like

connecting.

Because the experience was so traumatic.

So several years later, I finally figured
out what was wrong.

Why I didn't want to connect with my mom.

So when I was in Ethiopia I thought:

"I have lived all my life waiting to see my
mother.

Why am I like this?"

It was then that I had my first encounter
with Jesus.

I went to a church with my sister from Ethiopia.

There was a pastor there.

I prayed to God.

I had grown up in the church in Ethiopia but
when I came here, and with everything that

happened,

I was like, "God, you can't see me."

"Of course you don't love me."

"It's impossible that I go through so many
things and you love me."

So I was like, "Okay, okay, I'm going to pray.

It doesn't matter."

I got down on my knees and said, "God, I'm
sick of this life."

"Here I am in Ethiopia, my favorite place,
where I do not think of returning."

"With my mother.

And yet I'm still not happy?"

"What's going on?"

At that point, the pastor laid his hands on
my head and began to pray in tongues.

I was like, "Wow!

What's going on?"

I felt something that I had never felt before.

I don't really remember what happened.

But I know they cast demons out of me at this
point.

But I didn't receive the Holy Spirit and I
just accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior.

I felt better after this prayer.

But when I returned to America, it was as
if I had returned to my old life.

"Oh God, I came back to it all."

After that, I became homeless.

I didn't have enough money to pay my rent
anymore.

With my sister, we started to live in our
car.

But since we had had a meeting with Jesus
in Ethiopia, we had hope.

"Maybe God sees us."

So we started to pray in our car.

"God, do something.

It can't be our life."

"It can't be real."

We have decided to quit smoking joints.

I broke up with 5 year old boyfriend.

I was in an abusive, very toxic relationship.

I broke up with him.

I was like, "I'm going to quit smoking."

"I'm going to try to do all of these things
so that God can love me."

But now I know it's not our own works.

At the time, I was working as a waitress.

I was homeless but still worked.

One day at work, all sections were full.

I only had two free tables.

Then ten people entered, with name badges.

I wanted the money.

I work hard.

I wanted the money.

So I put the two tables together so that they
could have each other in my section.

Even if it wasn't my turn.

Now, I think it was the Holy Spirit speaking
to me then.

So I put the two tables together and they
sat in my section.

I looked at them and they were so happy.

There is pleasure and there is joy.

I saw that these people were happy.

I was like, "What is this?"

As I served them, they laughed together.

I thought it was great that I could serve
them.

Then my sister came to the break room and
said to me:

"The people you serve have asked me if I need
prayer."

They thought my sister was me, as we look
alike.

She said to me, "I know you need prayer."

I have piriformis syndrome.

Doctors don't know what's wrong with me.

I went out and they said, "Hey!

We know you have pain in your legs."

"Can we pray for you?"

I said, "Okay, yes, pray for me."

I thought they were going to go home and pray
for me.

But they told me they wanted to pray for me
right now.

I looked around and thought it was too crowded.

That it was strange

But they were so sweet.

One of them stooped down and began to pray
for me.

Even their behaviors were soothing.

They prayed for me and I felt - what I know
now - the Holy Spirit.

"Wow!

What is this?"

They asked me how I felt and I felt good!

I felt good.

One of them gave me her number.

Her name is Rebecca.

She said:

"This is my phone number.

If you need anything, call me or send me a
message."

A week later, I searched more for the gospel
on Youtube.

I seen, "Repent, be baptized."

I said to myself: "I must be baptized".

When I said it, I knew I had to get baptized.

So I wrote to Rebecca, "Hey!

I would really like to be baptized."

She said, "Cool!

I'm available Sunday."

I took one of my best friends and my twin
sister with me.

They weren't going to be baptized but I took
them with me.

I also called my other best friend.

When we walked in everyone was so nice.

I was like, "Wow!

What is this?"

"Why are these people so nice?"

I sent a message to my other best friend,
"You have to come see these people."

"Just come see them."

So she came and there were four of us.

We were sitting there and they were sharing
the gospel with us.

They explained baptism to us.

I was crying.

My sister was crying.

My friends were crying.

We listened, absorbed everything we were told.

My sister was not going to be baptized but
when they explained the gospel,

she said, "I want to be baptized."

Very good!

I got baptized.

My sister was baptized.

In fact, I baptized her right after being
baptized myself

I had received the Holy Ghost and it was amazing.

After that, we said to ourselves: "Ok, so
what now?"

We were still homeless.

What must happen now?

But God had incredible plans.

God started to work on my pride, which is
my biggest problem.

It was the biggest thing I had to give up.

After a while, I realized that my adoptive
parents - God revealed it to me.

I could never have said that without the Holy
Spirit.

They tried, they did their best.

They had two teenage daughters who had been
through so much.

They did what they could with what they had.

I was like, "I'm going to ask them if I can
move in at the house."

I never thought I would do that.

So I moved in with my adoptive parents.

I was working and going out to preach the
gospel, baptize people.

I subsequently baptized the two friends who
were with me, whom I had invited to my baptism.

They were therefore baptized after a while.

They are on fire for the Lord!

In fire!

God has worked so hard on me.

I was the most angry person, I wanted to fight
with everyone.

This is no longer the case.

Now I am filled with joy.

I am always happy.

I know how to interact with people in love.

A love that does not come from me, that I
received from Jesus.

I no longer have concerns with the law.

I respect the police.

I have no more anger.

I have no more pride.

And if I have it, God shows it to me and takes
it away from me.

My biggest problem was being rebellious against
the authorities.

Because God has shown me what authority really
is, I understand that I must humble myself

towards authorities.

I didn't know this before.

I had a lot of worries because of this.

That's what saves me from getting into bad
situations now.

I heard about a Revival meeting in the tents
and I went.

I heard Torben talk about things that made
me believe in sin, about being free from sin.

God gave me a revelation: "You shouldn't walk
in sin over and over."

"Sin must not have power over you."

I started to question myself: Am I born again?

God redeemed it all.

By having fellowship again with others and
by moving away from the works of the world,

I began to accomplish the works of the Father:

Cast out demons, heal the sick again, baptize.

Just walk in the fullness that Christ walked
in.

This is where I am in my life:

Walk in fullness, in my purpose and in my
calling.

Here!