I Converted. The Church I choose in Antalya Turkey in the picture. So here’s my full story.

I greet all you kind people first of all. I feel so happy and healed after all the struggle I gone through. My story is a little strange. I was born in Antalya Turkey. But we are a minority living in Turkey. Our roots are Christian, similarly Russian culture. At first I was raised as a strict Muslim from childhood. But I was respectful to all creeds. Something inside me always thought about Christianity. I always visited Churches and prayed for mercy. Many of them in Istanbul, Antalya and Moscow. 5 years ago I started to attend in the Church in Antalya. But before that I had a procedure, a Georgian woman implemented a procedure on me, with water and a knife. She read some things from her notebook and so on.. Not from the Church. Just a friend. I didn’t understand how vital it was, I understand now. This home I am in now, everytime I come here a power attracts me to Christian belief. This is where all our roots go to, perhaps that explains why. Our neighbors are from the same roots. Last year I had a post here about converting and I was here too. So the Church in Antalya has a meaning like that: I wrote a book, I find it lovely, I brought it to this Church and friends working there read it. And I borrowed about 6 books from the Church and read all. So this Church is special to me. I used to be a disbeliever but I couldn’t resist anymore. I connect myself to the Church and to Christianity. I know God loves me and I pray for the conviction from the Holy Spirit. I feel free. I used to have barriers limiting me. I don’t anymore. Tore them apart. This tranquility was what I searched for and I won’t be seeking for answers. I have them. Thank you for listening to my story. Your presence means.