Book Start
I can face read; people’s faces hold their characters and their story. I look at an old photograph of my Russian mother’s sad eyes, the stare of I-am -living-through-Russian-communism pains me as I am here in America and know we too are in the storm of this same anti-Christ spirit. I can’t be like my mother, I am not going to be silenced. This Anti- Christ spirit will break many and I am going to capture it as it attempts to break me. Through prayer and tears I will write this book in the most honest way I can. I will tell you everything so you can see the spiritual battle that rages inside of us all. I will die to myself so you can live in the Truth. This is my story.
My mother numbed out of the communist world by drinking as did my grandmother. For now, I am lucky to numb out by playing word games on a computer. I do not drink. Both my grandmother and mother were orphans as I and my little sister became. I was 6 and my sister was 5 when we were brought to our first orphanage. I never met my father.
