Vietnam · Safe House
A room of my own, and seven months of silence
After the police visited my home three times, a brother I had never met put me in a car and drove me eight hours to a city I did not know.
I lived in one room for seven months. I did not leave it except at night. I studied, I prayed, and I learned to be quiet in a way I never had been before.
When the arrangement was over, they found me work and a church that knows how to keep a secret. I am still here. I am still a believer. That is the whole testimony.
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