My life began on a roller coaster ride. My mother gave birth to me in a hospital in Halifax, Nova Scotia, 1242 km from her home in Montreal. She was married but her husband was not my father. She left me in the hospital right after birth and I became a state ward and was placed in foster care where I grew up with 6 “brothers and sisters”. At the age of three I was literally snatched from this loving family and adopted by a Swiss couple who abused me both physically and mentally for many years.
I began my adult life in the business world in communications, marketing and development. Just before my first son was born in 1997, I had decided in my heart that family was much more important than a career (besides the fact that I wasn’t really headed where I thought I was supposed to). First, I cut my work time to 60, then 50 percent. During that time, I had had septicemia 4 times (severe blood infection). Many people die from just one of those infections. Just as I was recovering from that and heading back to work, I came home one afternoon only to find my 8-month old daughter with a broken femur. How it happened remains a mystery. I baby has to fall from 1.8 meters or higher or someone has to break it on purpose. We had an au-pair taking care the children and she couldn’t keep her stories straight.
As my children grew up I needed a job where I could be with them as much as possible. Their learning disorders made school a difficult place to be. In the meantime, my past had crept upon me and I could no longer stand my husband’s extremely manipulative behavior. I felt the depression taking hold of me and I cried out to friends and to my husband in very explicit terms and yet I remained so alone as they all said “hey don’t worry, you’re strong”. It’s true I was in a worldly sense. I was an athlete and had some really good results. After a bout with depression, I gave my life to the Lord.
Even as a Christian, I dealt with another severe depression, I tried to take my life but God had another plan for me. He sent angels that day to save me.
In 2007 we left for Quebec, simply following God and seeking to obey him. My marriage ended in divorce and I went back to school for a degree in Purchasing. I strongly felt that despite the difficulties landing a job God was really calling me into the business world and calling me back to Switzerland. He confirmed this on December 3 2010 and just a few days after finishing a 13-month, fulltime school in purchasing management. I began to pack. On December 30 my two children and I were back home in Switzerland.
In October of 2012, I went to an ICCC Conference in Fribourg. The invitation was basically extended to the men in my church but I really felt it was for me too. I signed up at the very last minute. At the conference, I saw Michel Koegler for the first time. There was something about him that made me think “oh no, not another guy like that”. Actually, I was the problem. I was intimidated by men who were in a position of authority because I had been knocked down by men like that so many times. I spent the next year very close to Jesus. I was unemployed for an entire year and spent hours every day with the Lord. I was hungry and thirsty. The Holy Spirit led me in prayer freeing me of many strongholds. I regularly met with Michel at the ICCC-FR group meetings. It turned out that he wasn’t the “big bad wolf”. In fact, he gave me a lot of room to be who I am. I actually think of him as being my mentor. He challenged me as a daughter in Christ and as a businesswoman; he prayed over me and he tore down some more strongholds in me in Jesus’s name. Today, I know that the workplace and the ICCC is my calling.