As you might
have guessed, Lorna now knows about the book.
She is happy to help me and I have asked her to write out some of her story in her own words….
Hi, my name is Lorna.
I was born and raised in Sydney. At the age of four my mother died, leaving behind my brother and two sisters. My father disappeared and we were placed in a children’s home.
Looking back on my childhood I recall many happy times, but there was always one nagging thought that remained with me, whose little girl was I…?
Who was coming to collect me?
year, month after month, and day after day for eleven years I would wait, hope,
and dream that one day my father would come and collect me as he promised.
That day never did come until I met Jesus seventeen years later and now –
‘He walks with me, and talks with me, and tells me that I am his own.’
full well the scripture that’s says:
‘When my mother and father forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me.’ (Psalm 27:10)
At the age
of fifteen I left the children’s home.
I was out in the world virtually on my own, completely ill-prepared and I still wonder how I ever survived those years.
But the hand of the Lord was upon me, although I didn’t know it at the time.
At the age
of twenty-one, there were times in my life when my heart would ache with the pain
My mind was filled with questions, so many questions.
Who was I?
Who did I belong to and where was I going in life?
I longed to be loved, to belong, and most of all to be understood.
I felt so lost, so afraid and so very alone.
period in my life I was working for a transport company.
It was a Christian organisation of various denominations and it was there I began to enquire about the Lord… although each time I found myself asking every other question but the one I needed to know.
One night I
left work in anguish of heart.
I arrived home, closed the door and wept bitterly.
With all that was within me I cried out to God and said,
‘God if you’re up there, please help me!’
With tears streaming down my face I looked out of my lounge room window, the day was overcast and the sky was grey.
As I was looking up, I saw the sky part and then a large hand reached down and touched me, I cannot express the joy that filled my soul that day!
In the words of the well-known song, ‘Something happened and now I know, He touched me and made me whole.’
first time, I knew I was loved, and today I still know that I am loved.
And, ever since I met Jesus, I know who I am and whose I am.
Jeremiah 29:11 says; that ‘God knows the plans he has for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’
I had only
known the Lord a matter of weeks when he miraculously saved my life.
After spending a few days in Cooma, my girlfriend and I were driving along the Alpine Way when we found ourselves caught in a freak snow storm.
I had never seen snow fall before; it was magical.
However, it was only minutes later that the conditions dramatically changed.
I felt an
overwhelming sense of danger.
The car began to slide.
Visibility was extremely poor and I was no longer in control of the events which were about to take place.
The car slid between two safety rails and over the mountain, totally air-born with a drop beneath of 1000ft.
As we came crashing onto the mountain several times, I saw our luggage, glass, and parts of the car scattering everywhere.
I thought to
‘We are not going to make it’.
We had already fallen about 500ft and we still had a long way to go.
I thought this is it!
Suddenly I relaxed and a tremendous peace swept over me.
Fear left and I turned to my friend and said, ‘I’ll see you up there. ‘
Abruptly the car stopped; how… I do not know?
We scrambled out of the back window and I looked at the car and was horrified at the damage and how we got out alive.
All I could say was, ‘My car, my car.’
feet we both climbed the mountain.
It was still snowing quite heavily; my head was bleeding and I felt myself going in and out of consciousness.
I felt so cold, so awfully sick, and I ‘just wanted to die.’
So, on my hands and knees I crawled to the middle of the road, put my hands together and prayed, ‘Jesus, please send a car. ‘
I had no sooner prayed and he had answered.
The car that picked us up was the only other car caught in the storm, no other cars could come up or down the mountain due to weather conditions as the road had to be completely closed off.
arrived home, I did not have a mark on my body, the snow being so cold that it
drew out all the bruising.
It also stopped my head from bleeding.
And therefore, I had no need of stitches.
We had not
been long home… when I was met with the news, that the father of the family I
had lived with, died of a massive heart attack that same weekend.
And now, not only having lost a material thing – the car – I had also lost a person.
It was really only through this experience that I learnt to appreciate life and to realise how precious people are:
they can never be replaced, but ‘things ‘can.
So now, ‘I
do not store up for myself treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and
where thieves break in and steal.
But I store up for myself treasure in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy and where thieves do not break in and steal.’