The week was just for me

”The Fatherheart school changed the direction of my life. In my heart, I had been asking who I was, where I came from and where I was going to. During the week I remembered a photo taken of me when I was seven years old, full of the joy and gleam of life. I heard the Father say that my journey back to being a little boy has begun.”

The Fatherheart A School was a very special experience for me. I could receive the Father’s love and comfort in a way I had never been able to experience before. I came to the school week, like many others, from a very busy life situation and I even wondered if it was a complete mistake to come. When I arrived, I could step into the middle of an incredible peace and I completely forgot about my rush. It felt like this week was prepared just for me. In my heart, I had been asking who I was, where I came from and where I was actually going to. I wanted to understand what my heart was like. During the Fatherheart week I was hoping that the Father would show me what he thought of me. For the past 15 years, I have had the privilege of being in the midst of this revelation of the Father’s love. Despite all my previous experiences of love, I had the feeling that there was a hole in my heart and all the love I received was going down the drain. 

I felt that the Father reminded me of a photo taken of me when I was seven years old. During the week he explained the photo to me by saying, “this is the direction in which I am taking you. I want to restore the twinkle in your eyes and your immense enthusiasm and interest in life”. My own memory of the seven-year-old little Miika was very touching, because I was really excited about everything and enjoyed a carefree life.

During the week the Father lifted to the surface things that had hurt me at different stages of my life and hardened my heart, dimming the twinkle in my eyes. I experienced how the Father brought comfort to many painful memories. One of my biggest pains was the uncertainty as to whether everything would go “down the drain” again, after the school week was over. I experienced how the Father brought up this memory of my childhood, through which he assured me that love would never go down the drain again. After the school week, it has been wonderful to notice how his presence has been growing inside me even more. I feel in my heart that my journey back to being a little boy has begun.