Changed Hearts: Gopi's Story

Story 1 Broken Hearts, so God can Heal

Like most women, I have been hurt by men throughout life.  My high school boyfriend and I dated for almost 2 ½ years, staring from senior year of high school through the first half of undergrad.  We were not living for Jesus, and definitely not glorifying the almighty with our relationship. We had both grown up going to church but had strayed away from it and God. Fall of my sophomore year I was going through a really bad room mate situation. My boyfriend and I had been fighting a lot more, and tension rose in the relationship. Funny enough- he had started going back to church, and started to walk. I wanted to go back, and knew in the depths of my heart God was calling me, but it felt like so much was in the way. I was so concentrated on my roommate drama, and trying to move out of my dorm.

When we finally did break up, I was so hurt. A young girl who thought she had found “the one” was scared and broken. I remember crying out that my world had fallen apart around me. I started going back to church regularly the following semester. Quite frankly, at first I was going back because I thought it would bring my then boyfriend back. I kept going; I truly believe that Jesus was fighting for my heart.

I remember the following year when I was driving back to school after summer break; I was talking to Jesus in the car. He told me my heart had to break. It was the only way to let him in. Then Jesus fixed my heart up. He put hope, love, promise and so many other things in there that revived and rejuvenated my spirit (all of these are much better than eating a tub of ice cream). I fall in love with God everyday, I love his surprises, his humor, providence, and most of all the unfailing love He has for me.

 Psalm 37:4

Story 2: Sisterhood is too Strong

I had many friends throughout college, and a lot of them were in very different groups. Some of my closest friends were ones from my sorority, church, and youth groups. I had a lot of issues with female friends. Many of them seemed to use me and lose me- be temporary friends because they wanted something. One of my closets friends was also my roommate. She basically picks a guy she met at a bar over our friendship. Situations like these were more rare, but I became so insecure over my worth as a friend.

Two girls who I was close to also became a test turned into testimony of friendship. The three of us became thick as thieves. I think I always felt a little like the black sheep and the odd man out, but it escaladed to where we weren’t really friends anymore. The other two had a lot more in common- they liked the same hobbies, and were very similar. As much as I loved them both as sisters, I felt left out most of the time.

The enemy played on that major. I withdrew, and thought that I wasn’t good enough anymore. That I would never actually be close to either of them like they were to each other. I let our friendships fail. I had dug a hole so deep I didn’t know what else to do to get back out. I felt isolated, and yet I didn’t think either of them knew or was interested in what was going on.

God showed me so much through this trial. 

1. Lean on Him always, in all things. As much as we love our family and friends on earth, they will always disappoint us at some point. God will never disappoint us- though it may seem like He isn’t listening, He always have something abundantly better waiting for us on the other side. 

2. Even God first friendships aren’t perfect.

3. My friendship with people are individually unique, I can’t compare my friendship between two friends.

The Testimony: Though the friendships are still rebuilding, the three of us have reunited. I feel connected again. When we visit each other, the past doesn’t matter. We just pick up right where we have left off. These women are courageous, loving, and beautiful and the first sisters I have.

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