Testimony Time

[Masaweng]

I thank God for being my provider in all situations, and this testimony about how I got my current job and apartment.

I am a newspaper carrier, and on my current rout i deliver around 250 newspapers daily and am free every other weekend. When i got this route i had been praying for my own rout for a long time as it is good job to combine with studying, or some other part time job. Then last year around April this route got free so i applied for it and got the route. Now that I had the rout which was not in the same Comunity as i live I started praying and searching for an apartment, and considering that allot of people had been moving to the area lately i knew that it might not be all to easy getting an apartment of the sort that i needed, the one i was then living in was 36 sqare meters and was not in perfect condition even though living was ok. then after about 2 days of searching and calling around, i got a hold of this apartment which is a bit larger then the old one (4 sqaee meters more) has a propper kitchen which makes it easier to cook food (the old one only had a small room with a slanting roof, is simply better planned and had plenty of cupboards and storage spaces which the old one had lacked (half of them are till totally or at least partly empty after 10 months), and the rent was only 30kr (about 3-4$) more per month. Needless to say i got very happy and i was able to move in about a month later, another great fact is that my new and current apartment is across the road from where i pick up my newspapers in the morning so i live really close to work.

Praise god for He is good and knows what we need and will even provide us with thing better then we hope for.

DEC

 

[lazycrazykz]

Shortly after I first found God, and I was on fire for the lord, I smoked a blunt (I still hadn't accepted the fact that marijuana is bad). I felt like the devil was trying to take over in me. I kept on trying to ignore the influence but I felt like God was telling me not to smoke anymore. So I flushed the rest of my stash down the toilet.

The next day, I looked back on the experience, and passed it off by saying, "boy was I stoned." Now as I was going to church, praying, etc., I started smoking weed heavily. Before I knew it I was addicted. People say you can't get addicted to weed, they haven't met me. I was blowing my paychecks on it. I was showing up to school high. Signing out a bathroom pass and smoking in the bathroom. It was hurting my relationship with all my christian friends, and my family. It was causing all kinds of problems. But I honestly thought that it wasn't causing any problems. I couldn't see the fact that the devil was using the drug as a tool in me, to get me farther and farther away from God.

I was still reading the bible, but not getting anything out of it any more. I was stoned 24/7. I told myself I could stop whenever I wanted, but it wasn't true. I was a slave to it. If I made a decision to quit, I wouldn't be able to. I get a call from my bible studies leader and he invites me to his house. I didn't know what for. When I got there and sat down, he told me my life was out of control. He told me I wasn't living a christian life. He asked me if I had been smoking weed. I said I wasn't high now(I had just gotten off of work, and was planning to smoke, but hadn't got to it), but I admitted that I was smoking a lot of weed, but insisted that my life was going great and it wasn't causing any problems. He prophesised that I didn't have much longer to turn back to God. He told me that when he was praying with me he sensed demons in me. At first I didn't believe him, but eventually I realized that when he was saying was true, and that the devil had won in me, and that I was powerless. He told me he could kick the demons out of me. I really really wanted him to, but I very skeptical that he would be able to do it. He said a long prayer over me, that I may be delivered, that the demons may come out of me, as he was praying, a really good feeling came to me. When we were done praying, I felt free from the burden of needing a substance to keep my brain at peace.

I'm not sure if people will appreciate this testimony, because I'm not sure if people will be able to realize how much of a slave I was to the devil's tool, how caught up in it I was, how much it was destroying me, because it is considered harmless. But I in my heart know what God has done for me, how great of a deliverence this was. Since then, I have been extremely wary of any way the devil could possibly try to get ahold of me, be it music, girls, non-saved friends, etc. Since then my hunger for God hasn't gone away. Thank you Jesus.

By living in you, I am free. It's not that I can't do what all my classmates are doing: fornicating, cussing, smoking. It's that I choose not to. And something that I believe and that I don't think they realize is that they are not free to not do those things. Praise the lord, and glorify God in every aspect of your life, even when you are surrounded by negativity. For it is those times when you can have the most impact on people, because people will be watching you, and wondering why you don't do those things and what you are so excited about all the time. In another thread I will go more in depth about what I am talking about, and how I am trying to raise the standard when I am surrounded by negativity. Praise the lord.

 

[ElizabethZ83]

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[nephilimiyr]

I thank God for being my provider in all situations, and this testimony about how I got my current job and apartment.

I am a newspaper carrier, and on my current rout i deliver around 250 newspapers daily and am free every other weekend. When i got this route i had been praying for my own rout for a long time as it is good job to combine with studying, or some other part time job. Then last year around April this route got free so i applied for it and got the route. Now that I had the rout which was not in the same Comunity as i live I started praying and searching for an apartment, and considering that allot of people had been moving to the area lately i knew that it might not be all to easy getting an apartment of the sort that i needed, the one i was then living in was 36 sqare meters and was not in perfect condition even though living was ok. then after about 2 days of searching and calling around, i got a hold of this apartment which is a bit larger then the old one (4 sqaee meters more) has a propper kitchen which makes it easier to cook food (the old one only had a small room with a slanting roof, is simply better planned and had plenty of cupboards and storage spaces which the old one had lacked (half of them are till totally or at least partly empty after 10 months), and the rent was only 30kr (about 3-4$) more per month. Needless to say i got very happy and i was able to move in about a month later, another great fact is that my new and current apartment is across the road from where i pick up my newspapers in the morning so i live really close to work.

Praise god for He is good and knows what we need and will even provide us with thing better then we hope for.

DEC

Yes, Praise God, thank Him, and give Him all the glory!

 

[JamestheProphet]

I was your typical sinner. I was very proud of the fact that I had broken every one of the Commandment more than once and the one about thou shalt not kill. Well I trashed that one BIG TIME.

You see I am A United States Marine and a Combat Veteran of the Vietnam War. No I did not experience a battlefield conversion. I was having too much fun killing people, having sex with every woman I could (outside of Vietnam) and well just being a typical Combat Marine. Live for today cause you may not see tomorrow. An after life to me meant surviving Vietnam. I returned home just about Easter in 1970 where I continued my sexcapades and drunken fun. In February 1974 I was reverted over to the Marine Active Retired List and given an Honorable Discharge.

In September 1975 I enrolled in college. By this time I was married and had 2 kids by her and rumor has it that I had several more by other women which I can neither confirm nor deny. At that time I was not your average college Joe not by any means. I was always the oldest in all of my classes and I had a look about me that said I was not someone you want to be friends with. I cursed so bad several of my Professors had to ask me to leave their class one even insisted that I never return. Between classes I could be found at the local bar either drinking or having sex with one of the bar girls or both.

Now my Ex-wife wanted to convert me to whatever religion she could. Oh Boy did she try! She drug me to one Church after another, which I quickly got bounced out of and asked never to return. Hey I was a confirmed sinner. I LOVE the sin I was in and there was no power on earth that could or would change that. Everyday after classes I would walk in the house before going down to my mother-in-laws house to get the kids curse the radio and turn it from HER !&%$##& Christian @#!%^&$ radio @&^%*$# station to my #$%#&^ Rock n’ ROLL! Then I would walk over to the [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth] open me a cold brew and kick back with my books. Playboy, Penthouse, Stag. After about 4 or 5 brews it was time to go down to mom and dads and share a few with the ole man. That was my daily routine. That is until Thursday January 19th 1976. Classes had just started back up at college and I was just getting back into the swing of things. For me at least it had been a long dry Winter Break. I needed some fresh sexual action and I needed it NOW. When I left the kids off at the in-laws I was headed off for a day of fun sex (lots of sex) and education. Nothing went right that day. Most of my classes had been counseled and that meant no sex for me. It also meant that I was left to drink alone since most of the bar girls failed to show up for work that day. So by the time I got back to the house I was ready to rip off the head of the first person I came across.

So what was the first thing I got hit with as soon as I walked in the door to my house? Yep you guessed it. “JESUS LOVES YOU!” came blasting out of the radio with a very sunny and joyful voice. Well I had had it. I tossed my school books down on the chair next to the front door so hard that they bounced back up at least 4 feet in the air as I started across the room to change the station AGAIN. Well I took 4 rather large steps when all of the sudden my feet were like glues to the floor. I mean no matter what I did or how hard I tried I could not move them. Not even an inch. So there I was standing in the middle of the room needing a brew and a lot of sex like several hours ago. I mean I was really hurting bad. If I didn’t get a brew down me in say the next 10 seconds all hell was going to break loose and there I was glued to the floor with Kenneth Copeland of all people telling me how Jesus Loves me. Well not only didn’t I want to hear it but I tried singing over him but not a sound would come out of my mouth as Kenneth continued telling me how Jesus LOVES ME. So then I tried to hum only my tong swelled up so big I couldn’t utter a sound. I couldn’t even hear my heart beat as Kenneth kept telling me how Jesus LOVES ME! Me! Can you imagine how someone like him could ever Love someone like ME. NO WAY.

The next thing I can remember is laying on the flood in a pool of my own tears balling like a baby. For 3 days every time I opened my mouth all I could do was cry. For 3 days all I could do was lie there on that floor. For 3 days I couldn’t eat or sleep or do anything but cry. Then a marvelous thing happened when I was finally able to open my mouth and speak all I could talk about was the Lord.

Several weeks later I was baptized in water and told about the Baptism in the Holy Spirit. I wish I could say that when it happened it was like a lightning bolt went through my body nor did I experience some kind of unreal sensation. I asked for him to come into me and find his dwelling in me and nothing happened. I didn’t even start speaking in them strange tongues. Now don’t get me wrong the church I was attending at the time well them were some pretty strange people. Talking in strange languages laying hands on people, prophesying and of all things Raising up their hands whenever they sang songs and getting up right in the middle of the Church while the service was going on and dancing. I mean dancing in Church. Now I was raised Presbyterian and we would never get up in the middle of the service and start singing, yelling and dancing. But then it happened. Slowly at first as I shyly raised my hands in praise. You know just even with me ears so no one could see me. Then BANG it happened I was up out of my seat singing and dancing right along with everyone else. Then when the sermon started I fell asleep. Not a sleep type sleep but more of a trance type of sleep. And there I was taken up into the Holy of Holies where I found myself standing before God the Father Almighty. At first it would only happen at Church on Sundays then over time it started happening more often and with greater impact.

The lord is still writing my testimony as I have witnessed His great and loving power restore body parts (arms, fingers, eyes, teeth, ect.), and restore lives bringing His peace to other wise fractured lives.

 

[bann917]

This is one of my favorite testimonies:
I started a new job working for a major bus manufacturing plant in the United states. During my interveiw prior to hiring I heard the most awful rock music in the assembly area. I absolutely abhorred rock n roll and was very apt to forget the job and move on. I told the Lord I didn't want to take this job, but He told me to trust Him. The next week I started my position and was placed right next to the radio blaring nasty things not to be spoken. I held out for a couple of weeks and was doing fine, but then I had a "stress day" and caught myself singing some of the lyrics on the way home. I busted into tears and asked the Lord to forgive me. But more than that I reminded Him that I need Him for strength and protection. And so I asked the lord to destroy the radio.
The next morning was very busy even before I got to work. About midday I noticed the radio wasn't on and went to investigate. I saw the radio in pieces all over the floor. I asked a co-worker what happend and he said that he " just snapped" and in a fit of rage commenced to pulverise the radio with a hammer.
I had myself a little victory dance but said nothing to any one person at all....
until another radio came into play. This went on for a few days. During the day I thought about what the Lord had done for me about the radio and told a close co-worker about, WHO happend to be the one that had the fit and I had been witnessing to. He said that he would come to church and repent of his sins if I prayed that God silenced this new threat. And I did. Right there, right then. I got down on my knees and sadi that I already believe in you Lord but this man is searching for you, perform this request and reveal your power.
The area went silent. I looked up and saw four other workers looking dumbly at each other. One (my boss) was pointing his finger at those around " Did you do that?" "Did you turn it off ?"
I started crying. I hadn't seen God try to reach for a sinner so strongly like that. That was over a year ago and I still can see the expressions on those faces. I feel like jumping out of my skin when I think of that kind of power. God is awesome. God bless.

 

[IXOYE<><]

I'll make this short since I'm getting ready for bed soon.

I was never raised in any church setting. Other than my parents having me christened as a baby, they never really pushed it.

About 18 years ago, I met a person who would eventually come to be a dear friend. She introduced me to a pentacostal church where I was saved and baptized. I never went through any dramatic process other than speakng in tongues.

It was all very matter of fact. Like God just tapped me on the shoulder and said "Ok James, are you ready yet?". So I went up got saved and filled with the spirit. that was June 06 1991. A few months later I was baptized.

I can testify to the power of God in that He kept me from things like drinking and drugs even before I was saved as opposed to having to pull me out of those things.

 

[Cotmweasel]

Pulled from a different thread but here it is.

One day I was bored (always how bad things start LOL )
and so I was playing with a magnifying glass. and I burned the yellow cones in my eyes. so I couldn't look at Yellow but because my rods were fine I could see it out of the corner of my eye but when I tried to look at it. it would turn pink. (it was quite annoying). so I went to youth camp. this was a year later. and one night I broke down and said "God I want to be healed" and I heard his voice say "Pray for my Sheep" so I said "Ok, But I want the evangelist to call me up on stage!" and I heard the voice again "Pray for my sheep". so I went and started praying for other people and after 2-3 people the evangelist came on the mic and said "ok, I want anyone that needs healing to come up on the stage". (I'm starting to cry typing this LOL) I was about to jump for joy I was so excited. got up there and the evangelist had the youth leaders from different churches come and pray for people. the guy that came to me. he said "God might not heal you". LOL I said to him "NO! he will heal me" (I think I scared him). then he prayed for me quickly and took off LOL. then the evangelist started anointing people with oil and I was standing there praying in the spirit and God said Open your eyes. and there was a guy right in front of me (in front of the stage) wearing a Yellow shirt. (I started rejoicing) and that year they desided to make the whole room Yellow LOL it was so incredible. I still thank God everyday. he's so good!

 

[flyingsum0]

My Testimony

Ive made more mistakes in my life then I would ever feel comfortable admitting to...there was a point in my life that I rejected everything and anything to do with religion. I took pride in the pain and suffering i caused others and I convinced myself that I was the center of the universe and master of my own destiny. I focused my life on conflict and fighting...it was really the only thing I was good at...

One day a leader of mine took me aside and asked if I would like to pray with him. He had obviously taken notice of my attitude...it wasn't hard to notice. I didnt pray with him that day. A couple days later he asked me again. Same result. Finally after a few more attempts I chose to sit in with him out of curiosity.

I expecetd his "prayer session" to center on my attitude and how "destructive" I was, but not once did he mention a single fault of mine...not once did he tell me what I should or shouldn't do with my life. Insetad he thanked the Lord for me joininig him, read from the Bible and thanked the Lord for what we had. I was actually moved. I prayed with him a couple more times before he first invited me to his Church. Once again I rejected the invitation the first couple of times but continued to sit in on his daily prayer "meetings".

Still he didn't try to change me, he just sat with me read from the Bible and "talked" to the lord as if they had been best friends their entire lives. I had to know, so one night at home, behind closed doors after my wife had gone to bed, I prayed. Im not sure how long I prayed that night, but I felt something in my heart that truly moved me. The next week I went to church with him.

I'll lnever forget teh feeling I felt when I walked into that church. It was an old converted barn but the worship and the service overtook me. I almost cried and crying is not exactly something I do much.

That night with teh help of my boss and his friends I asked Jesus to come into my heart.

My boss became one of my best friends. It was a rough road, but I slowly changed... I even joined a power lifting ministry which focused on getting high school kids away from steroids and drugs.

My boss died about a year later. I cried for the first time in years. He never gave up on me even when i strayed...Above that though, he never forced his will on me...I made choice to pray with him...I made teh choice to go to Church with him and I even made the choice to join a bible study with him. He lead by example and Ive followed ever since.

This is why I defend the right to choose their path in life so adamantly. I know I cant save all the sinners in the world especially those that dont want to be saved. But I will continue to lead by example as he did and I will always belive that being saved is a choice. A choice that I would have never made if those leading me to the Lord had dictated what I could or could not do with my life.

God Bless

 

[Dave01]

Good to see how The Lord got into your life Sumo! I also read about how you were involved in lifting and showing kids that performance drugs were not needed in another thread. Very uplifting my friend!

The Lord will surely bless you mightily for all of your endeavors of being a good example and ambassor for Christ!

 

[flaglady]

Sumo, that so reminded me of a time when I was learning horseback riding. The stables I went to had one horse that most times was a docile, lovely old thing but just once in a while when he knew they were going to tack him up for yet one more learner, he'd set his nose in the corner of the box and, ears back, almost dare the stable girls to try to even enter the box, let alone tack him up!! Many got kicked and a few wouldn't go anywhere near him when they saw he was in that mood.

But they would send for this one lass who could always get him around. And she did it by not trying to go int he box. She would get a big juicy carrot and stand in the doorway of the box, leaning nonchalantly against the frame, and munch on it just as loudly as she could!

Well, old Sean's ears would go back, one at a time, his head would come up and then turn - just a bit, so he could see for himself that what he was hearing was true. He'd fight and fight to resist but in the end, he was putty in her hands. His mouth slobbering with anticipation, he'd eventually turn round and come to her for a bite of his most favourite treat!

See, once he was facing the right way - and with some carrot in his mouth - he was the bestest horse ever! But you had to let him do it! The absolute classic of 'carrot and stick' approach.

Hope you don't mind the analogy but it was so much like what your described!

God bless you, brother. Wonderful story!

 

[sezzie86]

Hmm, how can I put this? I prayed for a miracle and it happened!
praise God!

What it was, I have been trying to get a job for ages and I basicly got down on my knee's and cried out for help. And within 3 days I had 2 interviews to go to, the first one has actually been the successful one......
I now work in a hotel/inn working as a waitress!
Woohoo I have been going out of my mind with worry about how I was going to keep on living on next to nothing!

I now thank God every day for this miracle, which has actually built my confidence and self worth all ready.
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[flyingsum0]

Sumo, that so reminded me of a time when I was learning horseback riding. The stables I went to had one horse that most times was a docile, lovely old thing but just once in a while when he knew they were going to tack him up for yet one more learner, he'd set his nose in the corner of the box and, ears back, almost dare the stable girls to try to even enter the box, let alone tack him up!! Many got kicked and a few wouldn't go anywhere near him when they saw he was in that mood.

But they would send for this one lass who could always get him around. And she did it by not trying to go int he box. She would get a big juicy carrot and stand in the doorway of the box, leaning nonchalantly against the frame, and munch on it just as loudly as she could!

Well, old Sean's ears would go back, one at a time, his head would come up and then turn - just a bit, so he could see for himself that what he was hearing was true. He'd fight and fight to resist but in the end, he was putty in her hands. His mouth slobbering with anticipation, he'd eventually turn round and come to her for a bite of his most favourite treat!

See, once he was facing the right way - and with some carrot in his mouth - he was the bestest horse ever! But you had to let him do it! The absolute classic of 'carrot and stick' approach.

Hope you don't mind the analogy but it was so much like what your described!

God bless you, brother. Wonderful story!

Not at all Thanks Sis!

 

[flyingsum0]

Hmm, how can I put this? I prayed for a miracle and it happened!
praise God!

What it was, I have been trying to get a job for ages and I basicly got down on my knee's and cried out for help. And within 3 days I had 2 interviews to go to, the first one has actually been the successful one......
I now work in a hotel/inn working as a waitress!
Woohoo I have been going out of my mind with worry about how I was going to keep on living on next to nothing!

I now thank God every day for this miracle, which has actually built my confidence and self worth all ready.
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EXCELLENT!!!

 

[JCmyFriend]

I'd like to share a story with you........

It's a story about a girl named Lily. As a child growing up she never knew Jesus as her Lord and saviour. She lived in a small town and up until she was 8 years of age she lived a fairly normal childhood. With a fairly normal upbring and family. Lily and her family would often ahve games nights, sit down to watch TV together or go outside and play sports. They laughed together, cried together and just enjoyed each others company. Her parents were deeply in love and weren't afraid to show it. Even though they were not married, she often dreamed of having a relationship like that of her parents. How could she possibly want life any other way. Little did she know her life was about to take a dramatic turn.

As time went on Lily's mother got sick. She spent alot of time in the hospital with doctors poking and prodding trying to figure out what was wrong. Her mother's behaviour was not normal and lily knew that. Some nights Lily would wake to find her mother sleeping in her bed with her. She would tell Lily that she felt safe there. When Lily asked "safe from what ?" Her mother would reply "that black box your father keeps putting on me". Lily had no idea what was going on. Her mothers behaviour continued to deteriorate. She started to sleep in the laundry. Nothing more than a simple matress on the floor and a knife jamming the door closed to keep the bad people out and the good one's inside her mother would say. She started to cut herself with knives and poke herself with safety pins. Then she would bang her head on the bathroom basin and scream at Lily's Dad in the middle of the night to get away fom her. It got to it's worse when Lily started high school. About 11 years of age. Her mother would cry all the time, verbally abuse her father, lock Lily out of the house and run away for hours on end. Lily was so scared that she would dread having to come home from school everyday out of fear of the unknown. Her mother became so forgetful that Lily had to take on the household duties, cook, do the grocery shopping, pay the bills, all while going to school and trying to pretend that everything at home was great. By this stage her father had had enough and had decided to move out of their family home. This decison really upset Lily. First she had to deal with her mother getting sick and doctors not being able to tell them what was going on, as well as having to run a household at the age of 11. Now she has to deal with her father moving out. Shortly after this Lily made a new friend. Who had recently moved to the area. This made Lily very happy as she had someone to share with and somewhere she could escape the reality of her life.

By the age of 12 her dad had recently moved back home. Still no news on how her mother was, but Lily was about to face two new challenges in her life. Lily's new friends father raped her 4 days before her 12th birthday and her dad sexually abused her cousin which would continue for many years. At the age of 16 Lily sent her dad to jail for the abuse of her cousin.

Lily finshed Highschool shortly after and moved away from the town she knew as home. She met her first boyfriend at 19 who was a christian. Lily excepted Jesus as her Lord and Saviour at the age of 20. To this day she has never looked back.

The reason I chose to share this with you is because that girl in the story was me. That is my life testimony. A very shortened version. I guess I chose to share that because I wanted you to know that I am living proof that God can conquer anything. A heart as hardened as mine was, and a life as shattered as mine was was and is not impossible for Jesus to break through. I had to go through alot of healing and forgiveness to get to where I am today, but I am here now and as much as I would not wish what happened to me on anyone, I am glad that it happened to me and not to someone who couldn't have handled it. I no longer live with hate towards my attacker or my father. I have from the bottom of my heart forgiven them and I daily pray for their souls to be saved. I also pray that my testimony will only lift you up and give you hope that God will not us more than our shoulders can carry. He is a loving a gracious God and I am still to this day trying to work out why my shoulders could carry such a huge load without dropping anything. Prayers to all of you and know that God loves each and everyone of us.

 

[childseekingHIM]

God is good! ALL the time....

Today is the anniversary of a very special day 14 years ago, when God gave me, by His magnificent Grace, a vision which provided me with the peace and comfort I needed to deal with the death of a very special child. Dylan passed 14 years ago tomorrow. He was 39 days old, and healthy. The vision is impossible to put into words, but God told me that everything was operating within His peace... even though I did not have a clue what was coming in 24 hours....

Fast forward 13 1/2 years... the birth of my own son. A blessed boy, and a blessing indeed! We learned that he would have to have heart surgery, and within a week he was 'under the knife'... On the day of his surgery, he was 39 days old! The exact age of the baby who I found dead 13 years prior. Knowing myself, I would expect this 'coincidence' to wreck me emotionally.

Let me just say, the "Peace which surpasses all understanding" was certainly covering me like I could never describe. I am usually prone to fits of anxiety under much less trying circumstances, but God kept me in such a state of peace and calm that I am forever in awe. He kept his healing hands on my son through the surgery and recovery, and continues to cover him. Never in my life have I truly had to surrender to God in such a way as to say "THY will be done."

I took my Isaac to the hospital feeling like Abraham leading his Isaac up the mountain. If it be Your Will, Lord.... I still cannot believe how ready I was to let him go IF that would have been His Will. and I am so ever thankful that it was NOT.....

 

[Lightbearer3]

wow..great testimony!

 

[Lightbearer3]

these are truly amazing testimonies...thank you all for sharing them with everyone and giving glory to God

 

[AzuRee]

I was born into a Christian family. My parents used to encourage me to go to church, and I used to go everyday before school. But even though I was entering the house of the Lord, everyday, the Lord did not enter into ours. Since for my family Religion was some sort of tradition. And since God was not the strength for my family, the family fell apart some years later.

When this happened I was about 17 years old, had started working. And I spend my life looking for happiness into material things, and things of this world. I went out with friends for drinks, went to work and I didn't care about anything else or anyone else.

At that time, Jesus was non existent in my life, except for the swear words I used to say when I used to feel angry or frustrated at someone or something.
I was the kind of person to take actions without considering the consequences, and most of the time I had to pay for those consequences myself.

When I came face to face with daily situations like betrayal from friends and loved ones, I took a decision, to start following my mind and less of my heart. I didn't want any more betrayals, and I thought that decision might keep me from getting hurt... and I stood by that decision as much as I could until I met a person who showed me honest love and friendship ... that person is my husband today.

A few months later god sent me another gift, a daughter.
But even though my life had taken a different turn, I never felt complete. Always felt like something was missing in my life ...

Until there was Lent talks in a charismatic group I knew about, and I decided to attend. When the leader of the group was talking, I felt like he was talking about me and about my life. I got confused, but soon found out that was Jesus' way of reaching out to me.

I accepted Jesus into my life and he made a new person out of me .... In him I found all that I had ever been looking for. In HIM I found a Father, a TRUE friend which I can rely on in all my needs. In HIM I found TRUE AND EVERLASTING LOVE. In HIM I found the missing pieces of my life and he FILLED the emptiness in my heart.

Thank you God for all you've done in my life!

 

[blazinblue2006]

hello