Testimony

I titled this the way I did...because it coincides with my entry "my story". But to save time, here is a synopsis: basically I endured horrific abuse of every kind, especially emotional/ psychological and sexual, for five years. There you go. Now there's no need to read "my story". I mean unless it floats your boat. Anyways...on my way home I was thinking about the thoughts I used to have towards the end of the abusive relationship. It had gotten So Bad that I started to wish something would...

"Oh my soul" by casting crowns. Before you read any further, go listen the song. Especially you love, if you're reading this. This is a hard subject for me... but after discussing it in brief this morning... I decided to make a post on it. Maybe in hopes of helping someone who has been through the same kind of thing. See, I was attacked with a knife, in my home, five years ago. I was also sexually assaulted that night. The whole thing probably lasted 30 minutes...but for me the terror felt...

A lot of things are changing in my life right now. Good changes. And I am excited and hopeful about what God will be doing next. At the same time I honestly admit having teeny tiny little moments of doubt. Change is scary. * hides under covers*. Moments happen like the one I had last night, and a part of me wonders if maybe... Im just going crazy. I wonder if God was really trying to show me something or...did I have some mental break? Lol. Are things supposed to connect like they have or...

Things are changing in my life, Im changing. And its a bit scary, I admit, but thrilling-exciting at the same time What are You up to God? I don't know, but its going to be amazing. Tonight I was cooking and stabbing pain hit me in my stomach and I doubled over. It only lasted a moment but it had me concerned. I've been having abdominal pain for a few weeks now. It usually comes with some discomfort and it's usually right before I wake up when I start to turn in my sleep. Sometimes it is...

The tick of a clock echoing into a quiet room used to mock me. (Hang in there with me as I try to explain, and if you've been faithfully reading my blogs-bless you) It would tick so loudly as if to say, "You haven't figured it out yet Christina? Time is a waistin!" The clock mocked me for many years. I think my mom still has that cat shaped clock in her hallway...the one I used to hear ticking as I gazed out the back door window wondering what life's whole purpose was. Yes...there was a lot...

This morning during praise and worship the whole congregation marched around the sanctuary seven times, symbolically bringing down walls. I hope y'all know the biblical reference behind that because I can't think to quote it right now. Anyhoo, at the start of the march, one of the praise team members steps down from the stage right in front of me, clapping her hands at tube sight of me. She then hugs me, kisses my cheek, takes a step back and pointing at me says rather audibly, "God is going...

Hello, my name is Christina. I am going to share with you my story of coming to know God and His purpose for my life. My testimony. Lets start with that I was raised in a Catholic family. It was just me and my mother and brother. We went to church when my brother and I were little. That's it. Aside from that we never learned the bible and in fact, "God" was a swear in our house. There was also very little love. Ok, like none. I was never hugged, kisses, told I love you. No affection. My...