Lavric Sabin (born June 10th, 1983, in Făgăraş, Romania)

I was 7 years old when my parents abandoned me and my little sister. Since then, my life became a living nightmare. We lived 15 days in that house by ourselves. Our neighbors saw that our parents left and never came back, so they took care of us and fed us. Then, they called for an ambulance that would take us to an orphanage for young children. We stood there for one more month before we got transferred to Brasov at another orphanage for bigger children. This way, I was separated from my little sister which I have seen again ( 20 years ago ).At that orphanage in Brasov, I was retained for another 8 months, and then transferred to the orphanage in Victoria. Staying there was a torment for me because we were beaten and mocked. I managed to survive until the age of 12 and then I ran away, ending up in Bucharest. I lived on the streets with a group of homeless people for a year.
We were living off of begging and occasionally working. In the  North Train Station in Bucharest it was a place for the homeless where we would be taking a shower, changing our clothes and eating a hot plate of food. A man name Cristi, who was a psychologist pulled me aside and asked me if I wanted to take some psychology tests, and I accepted. He was that everything was fine and he advised me to go to an oprhanage in a village near Ploiesti. The next day we took off. I was very happy because I was leaving that torment on the street. I got there safely and he showed me around. That orphanage had a gym, locksmith workshop, joinery, bakery, mechanics and chefs. I went to school until I finished middle school, and I did one year of painting-dying school.
God had no part in my life because I wasn’t interested in him. When I was 17, I ran away because I wasn’t tested in during a class. When I arrived home, a teacher asked me what happened, but I was afraid to tell him. The next day I had to go to school, but instead of notebooks I packed clothes in my backpack and ran away. Being back in Brasov, I started again my life on the streets again. There I was involved in many dirty things, until the day I got in trouble with the police. Only then I had realized what I have done and I thought I was not going to get away. In that moment I prayed to God for the first time. He listened to my prayer, and them I got out without knowing how God worked in my favor that day. I went to a quieter neighborhood where I found Leo, a guy that I knew. He told me about Timisoara, where God talked to him and changed his life. I was very impressed wit the way God worked in his life that I decided to go to Timisoara. Here, I was alone, I knew nobody and I had no friends. This thing pushed me into being addicted to alcohol and smoking. After two months, Leo came to Timisoara, and challenged me to personally get to know God. Again, I refused God’s love because I of my stubbornness.
One day, Leo introduced me to a brother from the church, named Doru Herdean. After a few days a man offered me a job in a village 40 kilometers ( 25 miles ) away from Timisoara, where I was told to chop wood, but because I was very tired, I chopped off two of my fingers from my left hand. He didn’t even offer me first aid, so I had to walk all the way back with blood dripping from my hand. I wanted to look for Leo to take me to the hospital, but I only remembered where this man, Doru Herdean was living. It was around 18:30 when I ringed Doru’s doorbell and I asked him to call my friend Leo, but instead, he took me in and we ate together, while his wife, Ronela cleaned my fingers and was binding my wounds. That evening, Doru and Ronela were having a fellowship time with young christian adults at their home. They offered me a place stay, and I stood there for 2-3 weeks. After a few days Leo told Doru that I wanted to have Jesus in my heart but I didn’t know what they were talking about. My wounds healed while I stayed at Doru and Ronela, and then I lived together with Leo at a host in Mosnita for a months.Leo moved to Timisoara and I went on the streets again. There I started drinking and smoking, I totally lost control, I was disappointed and bituminous, I didn’t know where to go, I had no purpose in life and drinking took over my life. Every once in a while I was going to see Leo to ask for money to get back to Brasov, but got ruined my plans. One day, Leo told me that a nurse was looking for me and she really wanted to help me.
Meanwhile Ronela wanted to call Leo, but his phone was with me and I answered. She invited me to dinner together with Leo, and that day I realized that God had a plan for my life. From that day on, I started going to Deo Gloria church, together with Leo, Doru and Ronela. There I was very searched by God deep inside my soul and I couldn’t bear to refuse God’s love again. After two days I told Doru that I accepted Jesus in my heart and that I wanted to get baptized as soon as possible. I had a meeting with Relu Bahnearu, the pastor from Deo Gloria and I told him about my decision, and he was very happy. I was baptized May 9th, 2010 in church Deo Gloria in Timisoara and since then I am happy that God written my name in the Book of Life and took me out of hell for ever. Now I feel how Jesus works in my life every day. Until now, I knew I had no parents, but now, Jesus is my mother and father. I find my pleasure reading the Word of God and in doing his will for my life. I learned to communicate with God through prayer at any given time. I can talk to Him even on the street, or when I am surrounded by people, in the tram or bus, I feel how God shows his plan for my life. Because of Him, I learned how to be nice to others, to give, to talk to others about my Lord and how He has worked in my life. I wish everyone that hear the calling of God not to postpone this calling, but to welcome him in their hearts, for they will receive eternal life. Amen!