Angel Weathers - 12-24-2012: I gave my life to Jesus at the tender age of 14 years of age, and about two weeks later this is what happened to me. On one morning in late 1986, I was getting up and I was on my way to use the restroom. I saw that everyone was sound asleep. Right across my room was the restroom, and as I begin to walk toward the restroom, I heard the Spirit of God say to me, “Look in your hand”.
I began to say back to the Spirit of God, “Why would I look in my hand?” Then the Spirit of God spoke for the second time, “I said look in your hand.”
By now I am still talking back to the Spirit of God and looking up at the ceiling because I didn’t know what was going on. I was only 14 years old when this happened to me, so as you can imagine, I was frightened.
So for the third and final time the Spirit of God’s voice got really loud. HE said to me, “I said to look in your hand!”
This time I looked at my right hand and I saw what looked like a puddle of blood, but here’s the thing: it was not bleeding. (EXODUS 3:2-3: And the angel of the LORD appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush: and he looked, and, behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed. And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why the bush is not burnt.) Then, right in the center of my hand I noticed that God had put a beautiful cross in my right hand.
By now I had gone to my mother’s room and knocked as hard as I could on her door and when she opened the door and saw my hand, the only thing she was saying was, “Oh my God! Oh my God!” We did not know what to do, so we just decided to pick up the phone book and call up some of our local pastor’s to tell them what had happened to me. My mother and I came across a particular pastor in Newnan, Georgia, and we decided to call him. My mother started to tell this pastor about all that had happened to me, and this is what the pastor told my mom: “Tell your daughter to show as many people as she can. The pastor also told my mother that God had ‘Marked your daughter’.
It was so amazing and so touching that God had chosen me and put a cross in my right hand, and yes this is a true story. To this day that same cross is still in my hand. (I’m now 40 years old).
MATTHEW 19:26: But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, ‘With men this is impossible; but with GOD all things are possible.’
God Bless You!
Michelle, 12-23-2012: I had and extremely important test to take that my livlihood depended on. I attempted this test before and failed.
I guess out of fear I put off taking the test for several years. However, I knew that I must step out in faith and try again. I studied for a month non-stop leading up to the test. Then I attempted the test once again. My heart sunk the minute I was handed the test. I went blank; everything seemed foreign (even though I was passing all the practice tests with high scores). I ran out of time on the first part of the test, so I ended up guessing a lot of the answers. I barely finished the second half on time.
When I left the test site I felt a little discouraged, because there was no way (or so I thought) that I could pass this test when I guessed most of the answers.
I decided to go to church and pray. I got on my knees in church and asked God for a miracle. Then I stopped worrying and decided to sit back and wait on God. I am pleased to share with you that not only did I pass but I passed with a high score! I know for a fact that I passed because God intervened and performed a miracle.
Don't let events, people around you, government reports or the "experts" report bring you down. Always remember that God created this world and everything in it. He always was, is, and always will be master of the universe. Praise to our lord Jesus.
Robert Fleur, 12-2-2012: As a newly qualified driver, I was visiting friends in nearby mountains. Someone claimed the best way to handle the return, downward, winding road was to put the vehicle into neutral and coast around bends. So ... around midnight, I was negotiating the mountanous terrain in neutral (the car had automatic transmission) when - after quite a distance - I failed to steer correctly.
After an extremely hasty prayer, I went over the edge. I am certain God's angels helped me that night, as the car was held by vegetation, which gave way just as my sedan was hitched to the tow truck winch. I had been previously safely taken back to the highway.
Using lower drive on the rest of the way out of the hills, I returned to my parents' home. Next morning, not so much as a scratch or dent could be found on the car. When we have a relationship with Jesus, He is faithful and just to honour our petitions, even "arrow" prayers - little more than "Jesus please help!"
Leandre Moore, 11-06-2012: I'm a 42 year old female who wants to share my testimony of how God delivered me from alcohol from the age of 18 to 41. As a young adult I lost my oldest daughter's father two weeks before she was born. I was young and didn't know how to cope with it. I knew of the Lord, but i didn't have a relationship with him, so l turned to alcohol.
Three years later I lost my youngest daughter's father, so it lead me to drink even more; having reponsibility of two boys whose father wasn't in their lives any longer. I just felt helpless and all alone raising four kids on my own.
A time came - I lost my job. I didnt know how i was going to take care of my children, so the drinking got worse, until one early morning I fell asleep under the steering wheel on my way home from intoxication. As I was awakened, I saw myself going into this brick wall - but behold - someone took my hand and put them on the steering wheel and guided me home. My eyes were buckeled, my heart beating fast ... just thinking i could have been dead.
It still didn't faze me however and I kept drinking and driving. I was hurting in the inside so bad. I had open wounds that no one could fill - or I thought no one could fill. I started realizing this was hurting my family, friends and most of all my children. What really bothered me is I had a son who wanted to go off to college and he was afraid to leave me home alone - fearing that he would probably not see his mom again. All my children were actually being torn by my drinking ... and it was hurting me.
God allowed me to be blessed with a little granddaughter after all the times I rejected His love for me.
One Saturday night I got down on my knees and I talked to the lord and told Him I trust Him and I didn't want the alcohol anymore. I was tired of hurting not just myself but my children and I wanted to be around with my granddaughter. I was just tired. I couldn't help myself and I needed His help and asked Him for forgiveness of all the times I rejected His love for me. I trusted Jesus. I got myself in church and He took the taste of alcohol and clubing from me. He blessed me with three more grandchildren!
Jason Stratton, 10-8-2012: It was Dec. 1, 1993 when He spoke to me. I was at work; my dads business. I was a mechanic fixing airplanes. On that day it was lunch. I was helping the chief mechanic on the plane. Fuel was all over the floor. He was using a trouble light. We were both under the wing when he hit the light and it fell. The plane went up in flames. He flew one way. I was in the middle and I tried to run and stumbled - kicking a engine cowl but didn't fall.
When I was in the clear my body was on fire. I started to panic. I was waving my arms, fanning the flames and that's when I heard Him speak to me.
He said, "Don't fan. Stop and roll!" It was so loud inside my head and clear as bell.
When i was in the hospital in the second week I noticed that my left hand was only partly burnt. I turned my hand over and it looked like someone was holding my hand. You could see a hand print outline on my hand. You can see a little still today. Then I remembered when I was running and tripped on the engine cowl, I didn't fall.
It may sound crazy but that's what happened. I didn't think about it for a while. I was in the hospital for so long on drugs and going for operations.
I still wonder to this day why He saved me. Now I have a beautiful family and friends. I have been saying my prays ever night since I was three years old and He has showed me so much more since then. He always helps me no matter how big or small.
Sarah Sorescu, 9-24-2012: It was on March 21, 2011, during spring break, when I was 12 years old, that I had an incredible God-given vision:
When I woke up, I had woken up frightened from the noise of a loud trumpet that had sounded throughout my ears like a big bang. My heart was beating faster against my chest, and I pinched myself.
“What just happened?” I asked myself as I pushed my legs out of my bed and ran towards the wide window. I pushed through the green curtain to look outside. I blinked my eyes more than three times, it seemed like.
As I looked at my neighborhood through the window, I saw bright white angels -- beautiful creatures that were walking in mid-air, on the roofs of homes, or gathered up in the clouds. Some of the angels had wings; some didn’t. They were transparent, but for some reason I could see the figures so clearly and perfectly. Their elegant white robes would trail on the ground. Some were little children clinging on to taller angels.
“The rapture?” I thought to myself. “Could it be?” I was trembling and I felt so filthy and covered in sin. “Oh Lord, cleanse me of my unrighteousness!” I cried out.
I quickly pushed my way through my bedroom door, ran past the hallway, and entered the spacious master bedroom. I could see my mother was sleeping. She had the entire green quilt past her shoulders and she was fast asleep. I was upset by this scene since I thought they would have woken up to the trumpet sound I’d heard. Quickly I sat on the corner of the edge of my bed. I was so cold so I wrapped myself up in a soft white blanket.
As I was looking outside, I could see an unfinished home along with a mountain, whose trees were broken down for construction. I saw more angels there that were being directed by someone. But I didn’t exactly know who was directing this. There were many angels going to roof to roof and house to house. Beyond our backyard, I saw the house behind us. I saw a multitude of angels on that house. I could see two angels from that house who started to come slowly to my window. I began to pray silently, as I thought this must be my last minute on earth.
But the two angels went through the window, and they zoomed past me. I took a close look at them; they were so tall that they had to be bent over to run. They were taller than the ceiling. They were wearing white robes and their hands, face, and feet, were transparent, but outlined. I could see the figures so clearly.
And as they were running they went in slow motion but in just three seconds they were across the bed and beside my mother. “My mother is being raptured!” I wanted to scream out. I blinked my eyes three times in a row to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I pinched myself over and over again. This wasn’t a dream at all! I was trembling in fear and felt so unholy.
One angel stood beside my mother, while another one went inside of her. In the second that one angel disappeared in my mother, my mother twisted in her bed. The other angel was like my mom’s bodyguard, staying right beside her. I waved my hand. I so badly wanted to say, “Hello; how about me!”
Then all of a sudden, the angel who was in my mother came out and in three seconds it was on the other side of the bed. I made sure my hand went through the angels, and I felt nothing except a sense of awe. They exited the window, and they didn’t even have to walk in mid-air -- they just stood still together as they were flying to the hill where other angels were gathered.
The angels that were in the master-bedroom didn’t have wings, I noticed. I saw a few angels flying around that did, in fact, have wings. The wings were a bluish color and they were at the back, of course. These angels had their robes trailing on the floor. But what I did notice was that these angels didn’t have sandals or shoes on their feet.
They were the most beautiful, bright creatures! Their robes were bright and they were transparent and outlined. The colors of these angels are so hard to describe. The colors were different than earthly colors, and they were so beautiful.
Then my father opened the bathroom door. I was so scared and frightened that I quickly looked at him. My eyes were probably bulging out of my head.
“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost!” he exclaimed. “Why are you disturbing Mom? Why did you wake up so early? Go to your bedroom.”
I remember thinking, “I did in fact see something -- but not a ghost. It was an angel!” But I was so afraid of what he was going to say in response, so I said nothing. I kept my mouth shut and I remember just looking outside. I kept on looking outside the window. I was afraid to tell this to my father. I was afraid he would think of me as a crazy 12-year-old girl. I was afraid to tell him that I thought the “rapture” could be happening right then...
My dogs were barking like crazy downstairs. They were extremely hyper. My father’s brown eyes looked at me. He held his floss in one hand and a green toothbrush in another. “Go downstairs, and take care of the dogs.”
I was afraid to go. I had to be there in the last seconds if my mother were to be raptured. I had to watch her leave. But my father kept on insisting, so I went. I was shaking and crying. Why didn’t the angels look at me? Why didn’t they speak to me? I felt so unholy.
But then I realized that the angels had come to watch over and help our whole neighborhood. My mother was safe in their care, and so was I. Downstairs, I crawled down on the floor with my dogs and found myself singing praises to the Most High. I remember just randomly creating worship songs and singing them. My dogs were barking along too.
When I got to my grandma’s room, I saw that she was still sleeping. I sat down on her red couch and began to scribble in my diary. I remember writing this as I still have the notes, “Dear Anne, I’d woken up from a trumpet and I looked outside and I could see many angels crowded around. So I am very excited...”
My writing was all ugly because I was shaking so much. After a few hours, I had gone to the kitchen to start doing the dishes. I could still see angels being gathered around the forest area. I concentrated on doing my work. But I was just so excited so I started to sing songs of praise.
When I looked outside the kitchen window, I could see a man who didn’t have wings. His robe was trailing on the ground, and his arms were wide open. In his arms there lay a thick book that I could see; it was so bright and white. His robes were also bright. He was the one directing others. The book was wide open, and his head was covered. I did not see his face and he did not look at me. But his head was covered with something thick and white. I could see his outlines -- his arms and feet were transparent and outlined. He was the only one who wore old-fashioned types of sandals, like those from biblical times.
"Jesus, Christ of Nazareth," I whispered to myself, now pulling the curtain back. I quickly ran out to the balcony. I could see him again too. He was walking in midair and many angels were gathered around him. These angels were being sent out to various roofs around the neighborhood.
I came back to the kitchen. My tall 15-year-old brother was there. "Dennis?" I asked. "Do you see something over there outside?"
I pointed to where I saw the angels. "No, only trees," was his reply.
My eyes widened, “Nothing else?” I asked.
Three days later I told my mother, and she told my grandma and my whole family. Their response was, "Why didn’t you tell us earlier?"
My answer was, "I couldn’t because I was too scared."
I know God wanted me to write this vision out for other people, so I took the chance to do that.
Linn Mcclellan 8-2-12: I am so very thankful to Our Lord God for the whole Precious Testimonies ministry, and I especially was powerfully blessed by this particular article: What Is The Word Of Our Testimony?, by Brother Rasmussen. This is a powerful confirmation of what the Lord showed me a few years ago. Up until then, I just had not been sure what was meant by the "word of our testimony" exactly. I somehow was never convinced that it had anything to do with our salvation testimony. After I had been doing spiritual battle for some time, with the Word of God as it pertained to a given situation, and, I pray, wisely (so importantly pointed out in your article), the Lord made it so clear to me that indeed, it was a testifying of His own Word, held in complete faith, pertaining to the situation at hand. Now, armed with this understanding, I can fully grasp the power with which we may come against the enemy -- what a combination, the Blood of the Lamb, and His own Word, fully believed and spoken out. I have never, ever come across a message like this one you have shared. I feel it is of the utmost importance, more than ever, for the saints to know and understand this message, (the whole article in it's entirety). I wish this message could go out to every believer, to every church, to every teacher of the Word of God.
Melissa Hardy 4-16-12: I purchased Randy Alcorn's book on Heaven and have read about a quarter of it and was recently on the website that showed his article and stumbled upon this address for which you asked for testimonies. I wanted to share with you how much this book has helped me. I was blessed to come from a Christian home and accepted Christ at the age of 7. I have walked with him since. I am sure disappointing him at times but for the most part, staying on track. My family endured a lot and at the age of 15, my Dad lost his job and ultimately, his career. It was devastating and I watched my precious parents endure much heartache and suffering through their financial trials. To make a long story short, they never really turned around financially and tragedy hit its peak on January 25, 2003 when I lost my Father to brain cancer. I felt very lost and confused for the first time as a christian and even seeked the help of christian counseling. I couldn't understand how my family had been so faithful and trusting, praying without ceasing all those years for my Dad to come to the end of his road this way and without resolution in my mind. It has been a long nine years and I have continued to maintain my trust in Jesus Christ, though shaken. I stumbled upon your book and it has allowed me to see that my Dad is at peace. ( I know that deep down but it was nice to have the reassurance) I definately feel God led me to your book to help in my healing and to provide me the assurance that this life isn't what it is all about and that much greater awaits us and I will see my Dad again. Until then, I focus on my many rich blessings that include my husband of 19 years, my three daughters, my mother and my extended family. I work as a psychiatric nurse at UCSD and see God using me and know he isn't done with me yet. I will focus on what he has me to do here until the day of his return or his calling me home to glory. One final thought, one of the last lucid things my father said to all of us was just before he went in for his brain surgery and that was that he was in a win, win situation. He knew that if God wasn't ready for him yet, he would come home to us and if he was ready for him, he was headed for glory. Those words in conjuction with your writings, have inspired me to go on and hope for eternity. Thank you.
Dorene Zuege: 4-3-12: It’s hard for me to stay silent about the goodness of our Lord.
After an ultrasound that I'd had, I was informed that more tests would be needed because the ultrasound was showing a large mass in my abdomen.
The following Wednesday evening worship at church was absolutely awesome! You know the kind ...where you almost want to be flat on your face because the Presence of the Lord is so strong in the sanctuary. We were singing what turned out to be the last song, but I couldn't continue singing. (We were singing the song: "Reach Out and Touch the Lord"):
I just kept saying, "Please, Lord, don't pass me by. Please Lord, don't pass me by."
At the end of the service, I went to talk with friends who were sitting in the back of the sanctuary. A brother in Christ was all excited and telling whoever was around him that during the worship part of the service, he had seen Jesus enter the sanctuary and walk up the main isle "Like He owned the place. He was dressed in His Kingly robe, with a long train behind Him and He was wearing a crown.”
The brother said that Jesus then stood on the right side, but up on the platform, and was receiving the worship that we were giving to Him. When we finished worshiping, the brother said that Jesus turned toward the pastor and he saw Him (Jesus) say something. Immediately, my pastor stepped down off from the platform and came over and took me by the hand and led me up front and prayed for me.
The following day, I had further tests for the mass in my stomach, which turned out all to be negative! I don't know what the enemy had in store for me, but my Jesus heard my cry as HE WAS PASSING ME BY. (I always sit by the isle.)
So-o-o, is God great or
WHAT?! God definitely is in the presence of our praises and hears
the cries of His kids and answers even when we are not aware that He is
anywhere around. I can not say that I knew He was passing
alongside of me that night in church, but He allowed another saint to
confirm to me that He indeed WAS IN OUR PRESENCE AS WE WORSHIPED HIM,
and I got an immediate answer to my plea. Thank you so much,
Thank you so much, Lord!
Rick Hole: 3-28-12: I could tell it short and blunt: I was back in prison. This time, though, as a volunteer in a prison ministry called Kairos. A team of 45 volunteers plus 15 inmate helpers serving 40 inmates on a 4-day spiritual discovery "walk." Each of the 100 involved was touched deeply. It was a mountain-top experience for me. The Lord used My testimony to get the men's attention and most of my time ended up one-on-one, hearing their struggles and heartaches, and sometimes telling them how I handled the same thing (and whether that way worked or not). So many times I heard: "It is so good to talk with you; you understand."
Mountaintop experience? I expected to receive stone tablets from the Almighty!
I remembered people like Cal Aldrink who were so faithful in their ministry. I looked around the room and saw men who reminded me so much of people I knew on the "inside."
there was the newspaper reporter and photographer. They each spent a
half day with us. Here is a link to the newspaper article. They gave
us nearly a full page. The photo with me also appeared as an inset on
the front page! :
About half of the team met again a week later for a follow-up session showing the men how to work the 2-4 man prayer-share groups which we hope they will pursue on their own time and schedules.
Staff Note: Rick sent this email to the Precious
Testimonies ministry simply to give us an update in what the Lord is
doing in his life, and we're so thankful to receive it from him, but we
felt to publish it as well. It is such a God-glorifying witness to
see brothers and sisters in Christ who were once incarcerated to be out
on the front line with Jesus pursuing the redemption of lost souls, and
encouraging those who belong to Him. Keep up the awesome, eternal
work you are doing on His behalf, Rick!
Staff Note: Rick sent this email to the Precious Testimonies ministry simply to give us an update in what the Lord is doing in his life, and we're so thankful to receive it from him, but we felt to publish it as well. It is such a God-glorifying witness to see brothers and sisters in Christ who were once incarcerated to be out on the front line with Jesus pursuing the redemption of lost souls, and encouraging those who belong to Him. Keep up the awesome, eternal work you are doing on His behalf, Rick!
We also want to thank all those who volunteer
in the Kairos ministry. Kathleen and I minister in a Michigan
state prison with Alpha Prison Ministries where the Kairos outreach
ministers to brothers in that facility as well. Of the ministries that
minister at that facility, there seems to be no ministry that impacts
the brothers quite the way Kairos does. When the brothers
testify of how the 4 -day outreach impacted them ... they are incapable
of putting into mere words how much the love of God was shown them.
- (Norm & Kathleen Rasmussen; Directors)
- (Norm & Kathleen Rasmussen; Directors)
Dorene Zuege: 3-3-2012: Several weeks ago in Feb, 2012, I was talking to the lady that I and my pastor and his wife had prayed for, who had just gotton out of the hospital and only half of her heart was working. I had commanded resurrection power to go into her heart and had also commanded a spirit of death to leave her body. Anyway, while visiting with her recently, I had asked her if God had ever done anything for her out of the ordinary. She said that she couldn't think of anything. I was amazed and told her that God HAD to have done something for her in the length of time that she has been a Christian. So she thought about it for a few minutes and finally she says to me, "Remember when you prayed for me at chruch over a hear ago?" I said, "I sure do!" "Well', she says, "I haven't had any pain in my heart ever since you prayed." Whereas before she had been having chest pains every day for a long time. "WOW!" says I. What a testimony! And she was so naive that she didn't even realize that the Lord had indeed sent resurrection power into her heart to cause it to start acting normal again.
Isn't GOD GREAT?!!! I LOVE it when I hear of all the neat things that God does for us. We just have to be more aware of them.
PT Staff Note: God has given Christians His Authority to USE - not to stuff in a dusty closet as though it has no relevance in receiving all God has for His children. Satan works overtime in our minds' to try to get us to believe his lie that "executing God's authority given to His people" plays no part in spiritual wholeness ... "because God is soverign and God is going to do what God is going to do, so just accept your affliction." Satan's classic lie!
Dani: 01-14-2012: All my life, I had grown up in a Christian home. However, I thought that being raised that way was all it took. I usually only prayed on Sundays, or when I felt it was necessary. But I really did not want to go to confirmation class - I was terrified for a reason that I didn't understand.
Now I know that it was Satan trying to hold me back. I agreed to go because I didn't want to disappoint my parents. It soon became something I looked forward to every week. It was the first time in awhile I had really thought about God or Jesus in a way that made me happy.
One of the defining moments of my relationship with Him was when I was listening to a song on YouTube - I finished the song, and thought: I'll listen to what God wants me to listen to.
The very first notes of the song stirred and calmed my soul in a way that made me listen well. I closed my eyes while my heart came alive - and I could have sworn I saw a man hanging on a cross before me, a scraggly crown on His head. I'm sure I cried, because I knew that I was listening to what God wanted me to hear.
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I will offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel My love
I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
Go to the ends of the earth for you
Ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel My love
All the time I heard those words, I saw my Savior on the cross, and I knew I was finally home.
As you might've guessed, I'm really glad I went to confirmation class.
Sometimes, doing what you're terrified of is the best thing for you. My relationship with Jesus has only gotten stronger since them, with music always being a special part of it.
Beth C: 01-13-2012: When I was born my mum was ecstatic about having a little girl. She dressed me like a girl in dresses and took me out. She made me take dance classes, but I eventually quit to take up horse riding. When I was 8 I gave up horse riding to play football. She was not happy. She kept saying that her little girl had gone. She disowned me and refused to believe I was the same little girl. She stopped doing anything for me, and when I was 14 I eventually left home having had enough of it. I moved about among various friends and eventually moved in with my aunt which meant I had to move schools. At my new school I met Danny. We quickly became a couple and I spent half of the time living with his family as they accepted me as one of them. He started taking me to church with him and just before my 16th birthday I was baptised with him next to me. I was so happy. I was with God, had an amazing relationship and loved my life. But in February 2011 Danny was driving to meet me from a friends house, and he was in a car crash due to bad weather conditions. Unfortunately he died. I was devastated, and because of this my school work went to shambles and I failed my exams because Danny's death wasn't taken into account. I didn't know where my life was going and I was certain I would have to resit my exams. But I got an offer to do a foundation year at MMU . I knew that I had got this offer for a reason, and I knew that God wanted me at the university. When I got there I got involved with the Christian Union and started going back to church with my new friends. I have been at the university for 5 months now and I currently attend a church with amazing people and have a secure relationship with God. I hope it can stay this way.
Helene D: 10-18-2011: I just want to tell you how I found your page, Who God Says I Am In Christ, and how it has helped me. I am a born again Christian. I got saved 12 years ago. For many years I have struggled with fear in different ways, and I didn't really know how to handle it. I thought for years something was wrong with me.
In the church I go to now, our pastor teaches us who we are in Jesus
Christ. And He has encouraged me to study more about who I am in Jesus
Christ. Then I began thinking where to start. Yesterday I asked the Lord to
help me, and immediately an idea came to me that I should do a search on
Google: "who am I in Jesus", and your page was the first on the list. I
began to read it. I was very happy to find some materials that teaches
about who we are in Jesus Christ.
I got a revelation when I read the sentence "You are blessed at all times", that means a lot to me. The devil has lied to me and made me afraid by telling me that I am under a curse. If I felt a little pain or something unpleasant a little demon would tell me it is because I have done something wrong. I felt that way. I was almost constantly afraid of doing something wrong.
So it was so much liberating to read that I AM BLESSED in Jesus Christ. Always ... so thank you for putting such a powerful teaching on Internet and making it available for us. I will continue to read your stuff and God bless you richly.
Daisy Baisden: 10-7-2011: In November 2010 I came down with an extremely bad flu and almost left this world a sinner.
Dorene J. Zuege: 9-27-2011: I just spent a very enjoyable afternoon reading the testimonies that Mary Adams wrote about. But the one that I enjoyed the most was the one where the Lord told her to go back and water that man's camel! I laughed for a good 3 minutes! God has such a great sense of humor! I knew even before she explained what the Lord had meant, that He was referring to that man's car.
But as I was about to get up, I heard the Spirit of the Lord say "Stand up." So I stood up. Then I heard him say "Dance!"
"Dance!? I don't feel like dancing," I replied to the Lord quietly in my spirit. "I didn't ask you if you felt like it, just do it!" I heard Him say.
Katie Sing: 9-3-2011: As a child I never went to church regularly. I would go on occasion with friends but went just to go. I never really payed attention. So when I was about fifteen I met my now husband and I started attending church with him.
I had always just thought I was going to heaven because I was a good person.
One Sunday conviction hit me hard. So I went up to the altar that day and prayed to be saved. Well - I prayed but I never spoke a word of it to anyone. A few months later I still fell under conviction; it was like that prayer wasn't enough. It wasn't until I heard that Sunday at church, "If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my father", and it hit me. I felt this was because I was denying HIM.
I tried to fight it for over a year and one night it was like God came to me in my sleep. It was the scariest dream ever I had that night. It was about the world ending and all this scary stuff happening and Jesus left me on earth. Sadly I was still fighting hard to come to Jesus . I was embarrassed because I was 18 and the only person at church not saved. Well, a revival was coming up. So I went and that night the preacher didn't take his eyes off me. He preached for 30 minutes begging someone (me) to come up there. I did not go that night. That night I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't want to go to hell and that's where I was heading if I didn't come to the lord.
So that next night was a youth conference and that night God was talking to me. The speaker told everyone to close there eyes and started asking questions for us to answer in our head. My heart was beating so fast! Jesus was asking to come into my life.
So I prayed in that chair with everyone's eyes closed. While I was praying/crying my heart out to Jesus, the speaker told everyone to open there eyes. I continued praying. He told us if you where saved, raise your hand. As I did, everything went white and it was like God said "finally you're home".
What a amazing thing salvation is. I wish now I wouldn't have waited over a year to give Him all of me.
Sandy Borgstrom: 8-31-2011: I was not a good person and I was a cocaine addict. I was in very poor health. I was not a Christian and did not go to church, and I knew very little about God. My life was in shambles. I started hearing what sounded like a whispering voice that said "salvation". I kept hearing this whisper for about a week and I even asked my friends and family what it meant and no one could answer it.
I then started hearing the most beautiful music I had ever heard at different times throughout the day. I sat still and tried to listen and it was songs about Jesus. I was so confused. This went on for about 2 weeks. So, I went down to the local library and got on the computer and looked up what the word salvation meant. I started really wondering if this was actually from God.
I went to a Pentecostal church one Sunday and was drawn to go to the front when the pastor gave an invitation. I got up there and he laid only three fingers on my forehead and I fell to the ground. Someone came to me with a purple cloth to cover up my legs and I said that I did not need that, because I was getting up. So, I tried and I had no feeling at all in my legs and was not able to move them. I lay there for about 10 minutes before I could get back up.
I left church that day with the best feeling I have ever had. I never went back to doing drugs and got saved and am now living my life for God. I have the best life I could have ever imagined. God replaced my bad friends with Christian friends. I too heard the singing on the way home from church that night and still to this day, I hear it. My family knows that I hear it and I am the only one that ever hears it. Sometimes I wonder why.
I have been off drugs for 7 years now. Thank you Jesus!
Addison Barchie: 7-10-2011: My inspiration in life is my Sunday school teachers Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. They have made a big impact in my life. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson both have cancer. For months I did not even know they had cancer because they never felt sorry for themselves. They taught me that no matter what happens there is always something you can do for others. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson encourage my class and I to help others. They organized it so that my class could go clean the house of a lady whose daughter was in the hospital for ten days. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson not only encourage us to help others but use their lives as an example. They help organize many projects. They also gave baskets of supplies to children and adults in need. One of the most important things that my Sunday school teachers taught me is that feeling sorry for yourself does not make you feel better. You should think of what God wants you to do. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson are my inspiration. Now I look for opportunities to help others and I encourage other children to do the same.
DEAD BOY RAISED BACK TO LIFE
Makko Musagara: 5-17-2011: Before I shifted to my current place of residence I used to stay near a very busy city road. One morning we heard a very loud bang along this road, near our house. It was followed by cries and commotion. Soon I learnt that two vehicles had crashed, and in the process, had knocked dead a small boy on his way to school. I rushed to the site and found a group of sad-looking people surrounding the dead body. As soon as my eyes saw the dead boy, I heard a voice, within my heart, instructing me to lay my hands on his forehead. The moment I did this, and I called upon the name of Jesus, I heard the boy taking a very deep breath. It was as if his soul had been thousands of miles away. To the joy and wonder of all the onlookers, the boy made some movements and came back to his senses.
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Lwanda: 3-23-2011: I used to have a problem with pornography from the time I was young. After being born again, I tried a lot of times to stop, but I could not get a breakthrough. It used to make me feel bad because I hate sin. I saw magazines lying around at home eight years ago. That's when I started, but I would pray and pray and it would go away, but come back after sometime. I asked the Holy Spirit to possess me and I have lost interest in pornography ever since. I would like to thank God a lot because I could not have done it on my own. Thank you Lord!
Pascal: 3-19-2011: I want to testify of the good thing that the Lord has done in my life. I was feeling infected with a deadly diseases that is incurable, when I noticed some symptoms. I prayed and asked God for forgiveness and to take away this affliction from me. Immediately after the prayers that night, (it was an all night prayer in my home), me alone with God. After the prayers I noticed the symptoms all vanished and my health was restored, praise the Lord.
Ammie Tatro: 2-13-2011: I wanted to submit an update to my testimony that I submitted in 2008 (See below). I had written about my husband regrettably having a vasectomy in 2006, and being overwhelmed with the cost to reverse it. We were only aware that we needed a urologist to perform the reversal and living in a small town it was not an affordable procedure once you totaled the urologist’s fee, anesthesiologist’s fee and the hospital’s fee together. Two years later, God directed us to a doctor in a larger city who charged a considerable amount less since he had his own facility and so forth. We were so relieved that we could afford to have the reversal done and then continued to pray that we would be blessed with another child.
In September of 2010 we became pregnant with our second child. We recently found out that we are going to have a little girl. He name will be Hannah, because I can relate to Hannah who consistently prayed for a child. I hope this gives others hope and replenishes their faith in some way. I remember the devastation I felt when I thought the choice of having another child was taken from me. God heard my prayers and showed me that nothing is impossible to Him. Luke 1:37, "For with God nothing will be impossible."
Rashmi Rose: 12-29-2010: I was brought up in a Christian family - from Bareilly. I was given Christian values right from the beginning and I grew up and completed my M.A. in Sociology and English and B. Ed from Allahabad Agricultural University. I started my teaching career.
Strange things started happening. Slowly I made out that I was in the shackles of demonic influence and I felt some evil powers controlling me. Many strange and unexplainable events occurred. Eventually a struggle started within me to fight against them. I felt drained of all energy fighting the evil. My life was disorganized and I was disoriented and confused. I lost weight and was disturbed. The power of occult had completely overshadowed my personality and thoughts. I was arguing and was impatient with people and was quick to anger.
In 2008 I shifted to Lucknow where I started teaching.
I always wanted to go to our church but the devil dissuaded me from doing so.
I was desperate to get rid of all that was happening around me and started praying to God frequently. This went on for months. After those prayers I used to feel a soothing peace and contentment inside me.
It was 17th of March 2008, when the Spirit of the Lord touched me. Since then I became a changed person.
I was sleeping and had a vision of a cross -- a very bright light of unexplainable intensity flashed -- something beyond imagination. That cross touched my forehead. I was in tears and knew that the Spirit of Lord had touched me.
Things started improving slowly and my behaviour and personality were replaced by the personality of Christ who had taken the centre stage of my life. Since then He is the main focus of my life. I totally rely on His power working in me and through me. I am living a victorious life in Christ.
I have forgiven and forgotten all who ridiculed me during the time of my struggle, and I ask all those who are under demonic and evil bondages to have complete faith in Jesus to set you free from shackles of evil.
May the Lord Bless abundantly all who read this.
Maggy: 11-13-2010: HOW GOD BROUGHT BACK HOPE TO MY LIFE.
I'm the last born into a family of six. We had a good yet sheltered life when we were young, but soon after my dad started having extra marital affairs, which led to a minor separation from our mom. Mom went back soon after and all hell broke loose. My dad became arrogant and abusive. He used to beat my mum. Living in a home where domestic violence was non-stop was the order of the day. It was not easy. It took a toll on my mum and us.
Eventually my dad refused to pay for my high school fees despite him earning a good salary. This eroded my trust in men. I hated all men with a passion. I kept praying that my dad would die. I thought God didn't care.
After high school I did some odd jobs until I met a guy who I fell in love with. We moved in together and lived together for six years, but he was abusive and downright disrespectful. He would beat me up even when I was heavy with my son. After I gave birth to my son he started sleeping out and having numerous affairs. I was distraught. I mean, here I was 21 years old and naive. He wouldn't provide even for our young baby. I was jobless and hopeless. I became depressed and suicidal.
One day I planned to buy a can of petrol and set my house on fire, which would kill the three of us, but the Lord intervened. He sent my cousin to come and remind me that though my marriage was failing, my family still loved me.
When my son was eight months old my husband moved to go and live with the other lady.
From then on I struggled with pain, low self esteem, unforgiveness, anger, and betrayal. I was very bitter inside ... but today I tell of the glory of God. He literally walked in when everyone else left. He gave me a shoulder to lean on.
Today I comfortably provide for my son and am getting married to a wonderful guy. God turned my life around when I thought I had come to my end. God also helped me forgive all those who hurt me and actually love them. HE IS AN AWESOME GOD.
To all those who are in abusive relationships please move out. He won't change; he'll keep on abusing you. You deserve so much more; just come to Jesus Christ, ask Him to come into your life and He will change your life and lead you.
Brijit Auxsheelia: 9-18-2010:
I was brought up as a Christian. Until my high school years, I would go to church, but I wasn’t involved much. My parents were Catholics, but we went to this non-Catholic full gospel church due to the distance factor.
In our town, people give more importance to studies than anything else, only the studies determine the future of a student rather than his/her interests. I used to study well until my high school years. I was the topper. All of a sudden - don't know how - I felt someone was always watching me, trying to pull down my legs.
Those terrifying eyes couldn't be forgotten. I told my mom. I was scared a lot. Whenever I sat to pray, I could see those eyes staring at me. So I decided not to pray. Those eyes disturbed me a lot. I got failing marks even in my favorite subjects.
My teachers and school principal questioned me; they complained to my parents; kids teased me - abused me. That was like a hell to go to school. I used to cry alone all through the nights.
My mom prayed for me every day. I was not comforted by any human. Not even my friends could console me. I was deep inside a pit. Later I decided, I had no one in this world to save me. Only the Lord Jesus, who gave His life for me; He could deliver and redeem me.
Yes - that’s what happened. I started coming out of that hell of those “eye's constantly staring at me”.
I began to close my eyes tightly and pray to the Lord and think about His goodness. He started talking to me. He started answering my prayers. My parents used to come and tell me to pray for something so that God would answer. I grew very strong in faith.
I completed my high school with 80% of marks. I got into an engineering college. The girl who was scolded by all her teachers was the department topper in her first year. I thank God for it! Now I am in the final year. The lord has given me more than what I have asked for. Praise the lord. JESUS is the true living God. I love Him so much. Because He loves me more than anyone in this world, and I know He is there for all of us. He has given me a new life and so will He do that for you. Have faith in Him …
Paul R. Kovatch, MBA - 7-29-2010: At 29 years of age I was a millionaire. I owned 30 apartment units, 2 restaurants, a large, 10-room home with pool, 3 cars, a motor home, land in 3 states and 2 countries, gold and silver coins, gun and music collections, investments and the list goes on and on. I considered myself pretty "religious" and "self-righteous". I was raised in a large denomination and went to church every week. I believed I was doing what God wanted me to do. If I sinned, all I had to do was ask God to forgive me and I could go and do it all over and over again. I found that all of my decisions, no matter how small or large, were always; how much money will I make? or How much will it cost? I worked 3 jobs and was completing my Masters degree in business. Needless to say, my family suffered. I was never home; my life was so full of stress that I searched for companionship outside of the marriage. While I thought I was blessed by God; it now looks like it was a temptation from the Devil. All that I really valued (wife, children, health and happiness) were lost. My Soul was dead. My compassion was only for what people might think not what God would think. I was doing up to 4 six-packs a day while enticing waitresses with money. When I went through a divorce; which prompted a bankruptcy, I was considering suicide because I had lost all of my material wealth. People who were my friends when I had money didn't come around; but many were quick to laugh at my failures. A stranger came to my house one evening while I was drinking, smoking and watching TV. He was from a local church and wanted to talk about God and the Bible. I had never read the Bible before, at least not for it's teachings on life, now and the eternal. I offered him a beer (which wasn't too smart) and he started to share the Word of God with me. I never felt so much peace in my life as I did when I believed that Jesus loved me so much that He died for ME. My sins put Him on the cross and He loved me so much that He had to show me His love. I finally realized that I was a better person without all those worldly things. I came into this world with nothing and I will leave with nothing. I can truly say that I am "Born Again" and Jesus is LORD of my life. I work for an employer who is bigger than NASA, JPL and the U.S. Government put together. My mission is to collect souls for Christ and the real purpose in life is to glorify God in everything.
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Nillie 6-15-2010: My story took place when I was four years old and I remember everything because to a little kid it was very dramatizing and I remember it clearly. I always went to church every week and I never thought much of why I went to church and I kind of hated it I didn’t know if there was any purpose of me doing so. During the day and at night I was bothered by shadowy things that were lurking around in our house. I seen them during the day and they resembled some sort of an ashy looking person. And sometimes when my family was around they’d show me that they were there by running by so fast through our hallway or even right through our wall. They’d do this and start appearing more often as my dad drank and had a huge beer party in our house. They began to get stronger in their presence and form, by my dad’s alcohol addiction. I didn’t know how strong they got until one night while I was going to get a drink of water and I wasn’t scared of the dark and walked into the hallway to go to the kitchen something unseen began to push me and I was little so I began to scream and scream. Something in the dark was actually pushing me really hard. I woke up the whole family and my family became frightened and they didn’t know what to do. The shadowy things just kept trying to grab me even when they turned on the hallway and dining room light. They didn’t hesitate to get to me. Then one of my siblings grabbed a bible that was nearby and those shadowy things ran like sissies. I now know the power that is in God’s Word. I am born again and think of this whole experience as God proving to me how powerful his word really is and that he is stronger than anything of this world.
Kim Northrop 6-7-2010: I was raised in church. My family went to church off and on as a child. I knew about God and Jesus. I knew the whole story of Jesus birth and death, resurrection and could quote scripture at a young age.
When I became a teenager I still went to church but my family life was very unstable; my parents marriage was falling apart. I was picked on in Youth Group a lot at my church and not allowed to participate in many of the events and things in my church because one of the pastor's nieces didn't like me.
My church experience as a teenager was very hard because I was picked on every single Sunday and Wednesday night. I was humiliated in front of the entire group at times and I could not figure out why. So eventually I stopped going to church because I was tired of it.
I started hanging out with kids in the neighborhood who were doing bad stuff. I wanted to try drugs but thanks to God I never did it. I got away from God for many years. I went back to church off and on in my late teens and 20's but I didn't really care for it.
Last year I was working and it had been over five years since I had set foot in a church. I was afraid to go back because of the abuse I had received as a teenager.
I had moved in with my aunt because I had nowhere else to go and one of her rules was I had to go to church.
I was too scared to go back at first. I would sneak off on Sundays and go shopping instead and pretend I went to church.
Finally, I was overweight, highly stressed and on the brink of a breakdown last year 2009. I knew that if I did not make changes soon I was heading for medical problems and even early death. Emotionally I was wrecked, I had been through so many tragedies and been homeless, abused and so many things.
I was at the end of my rope. I could not make the changes to save my own life. I was unable no matter how hard I tried to make a difference because things kept getting worse. Then I cried out to God several times to help me.
I was working one day and I was so angry with God that I said terrible things in my heart to him. When I got done with my spiritual tantrum I realized I was in a very bad place. I quit my job and decided that if God would still have me I would follow him.
I went back to church the following month after I left my job. I began to examine my heart and I realized that I had all my life known about God and played religion but I didn't really know him personally. I wasn't 100% sure if I died I would make it to heaven.
So I gave my heart to The Lord for real, and made a commitment I would stay with him forever no matter what. To make my commitment solid, I got baptized so I would show God I was serious about this.
Not even a month passed when I was taken up in the spirit into heaven, and God introduced me to one of his angels. This angel was sent back with me to help me get rid of demonic activity in my life.
At first I was terrified of the angel. I never saw or heard him when awake. Sometimes I could feel his hand on my back or sense he was there. I only saw him in dreams.
At this time my dreams began to become very vivid and alive. I was often attacked by demons in dreams. I wrote down all of the significant dreams I had during that time in my life because they were sequential and had a theme running through them.
In the dreams I was healed, taught, delivered, and encouraged. I was warned about returning to a life of sin many times in dreams. God used my dreams to heal all of my past troubles stemming from abuse and other issues in my life.
I saw angels and God in my dreams. I saw them battle demons and witnessed them reconstruct my damaged dream world to a healthy one. I saw prophetic things and experienced what I can only describe as complete miracles.
The angel God sent me has been a good friend in that he has encouraged me in my walk with the Lord. His level of love and devotion for God is what I strive for myself. God sent the angel not only to help me out but to be with me as I went through some difficult times during this process.
To me it is just impossible to tell you how loved I feel by God, for him to have done all of this for me, let alone dying for me. I am eternally grateful to Jesus and I want everyone to know.
The changes I could not make for myself, Jesus has done for me. Things are not perfect now but they are better inside. Now I can go out whole and healed into this life and do what I need to do.
Brenda Hoeve: 5-26-2010:
DEAR WONDERFUL FATHER OF MIRACLES
Here I am again to snuggle on your lap so you can hear the gratitude pondering in my heart. You have kept a watchful eye over me even while in my mother’s womb. I am much older now in body, but my spirit is forever young. When I talk to you, I don’t come as an adult conversing with another, but as your child. That is the way it is with all your children.
You have been very good to me. You did not spoil me so I would be ungrateful, but gave wise instruction and needful discipline. I am grateful for that.
The first of miracles happened when I believed in you and gave my heart to Jesus in June of 1972. Amazingly the once atheist became a believer in the Creator of the world and gave my life to the One who paid the price for my sins. Praise you for giving me faith and hope for salvation from this wicked world and life with you forever.
Another miracle happened when you took away my desire to smoke cigarettes back in the 70’s. I started smoking secretly when I was ten years old. By the time I was twenty-five, I smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. Attending the Free Methodist Church, I wanted to teach a Sunday school class. I still smoked, but wanted to quit. I wanted to be a good example for my class.
I prayed you’d take away my desire to smoke. I asked you to make my cigarettes taste like liver because I distaste it. Or, I gave you an option to give me lung cancer to encourage me to quit. On my refrigerator I put a picture of blackened lungs (from the American Lung Association) to remind me of what smoking could do to me.
You chose none of my suggestions, but in answered prayer, you simply took away the desire for the taste and smell of a burning cigarette. I woke up one morning and suddenly realized I didn’t crave or want one. In fact, I didn’t give smoking any thought until the smoke from George’s cigarette was drifting pass me under my nose and I couldn’t smell it. Thank you Lord. I have been smoke free for thirty-three years.
Not only did you deliver me from smoking once, but twice. The first time was in 1972 when I became a Sunday school teacher. The second time was 1976. I was no longer teaching Sunday school. What happened to cause me to light up again? It was vanity. I gained weight, and thought to myself, “I wasn’t this fat when I smoked.” The devil jumped on that thought and the desire to smoke a cigarette was back. I smoked twice as much as I did before. I felt guilty and condemned to hell (tormenting thoughts of the devil). Because of your mercy and love, you rescued me and relieved me again from my addiction. Praise your name forever!
Another wonderful miracle happened when you reached down and touched my father’s heart and he gave his life to you. Dad was angry and fought against you for years. Dad told me even on his death bed, he would not believe in God. You knew in his heart, there were wounds that needed to be healed. On his death bed, dad yielded all hurt, anger and fear over to you. He prayed for salvation and accepted Jesus as his Savior. This touched my heart. To know my dad is at peace with you gives me comfort and peace. Thank you for the precious gift of eternal life with you.
You have been so kind and helpful, Father, in the smallest details of my life. I was staining door panels in the basement on Pleasant Street and it appeared I wouldn’t have enough to finish the job without buying more. I prayed you would make the stain last to finish the work, and you did.
I remember driving to see Cousin Gloria who lived on Matthews Road. It was winter with some snow covering the roads. I was driving the Mercury Grand Marquis that George bought. Matthew Road was unpaved and in the country. Part of the road was like a wash board. As I drove over the numerous bumps, the car lost control and headed for some trees on the driver’s side of the road. You knew how much I cared for the car, so you sent an angel to keep me from hitting the trees. Actually, you were probably saving me from being injured or killed, but I was thinking only of my precious car. The car came within less that two inches from the trees when it came back on the road and under control without a scratch or dent. I praised you for keeping my car from being damaged, but didn’t think about me being in danger. Again, your mercy and love rescued me.
I lost my outrageously expensive prescription sunglasses purchased in 2001. I took them off in a phone booth to look up a number in the directory while traveling through Libby, Montana. I realized later I didn’t have the sunglasses with me after we long left the area. I feared the glasses were left on the shelf in the phone booth. I remembered a convenience store across the street from the phone booth. When we stopped again, I called the store to ask if anyone had turned in the sunglasses. The answer was no. I gave them my home phone number to call should someone turn them in later.
Kendall and Ellen were with us on this trip. All the way home I agonized over losing my expensive sunglasses. All of us, except Doug because he was driving, looked all over inside the truck. We looked under and around the seats and every other crack and crevice. We looked in concealed places and obvious places with the interior. My glasses could not be found. Obviously, someone got a nice pair of glasses found in a phone booth. They could replace the prescription lens. The frames were designer from Italy.
I kept praying somehow my glasses would be found and hoped I would find them in the truck. After we were home and cleaned out the truck, I still did not come across the sunglasses. I was just sick about it, but still hoped for a miracle. I can’t remember if it was a day later or within the week that I once again went out to look for my glasses in the truck. I know Doug used the truck to go to work after being back from our vacation. One day within that week after Doug returned from work, I wishfully went to look again to find my glasses. There they were in plain sight on the floor by the passenger seat. I cried out, “Halleluiah!” The way I see it Lord, you transported my sunglasses to where I could retrieve them. You are a good God of miracles.
On Charisa McClure’s wedding day, I was driving down M-100 with plans to attend the wedding ceremony. A red Ford Thunderbird was ahead of me and slowing down as if to turn at the corner, but did not have its signal lights on. I slowed down to see if the car would turn. The car started to leave the main road, so I picked up my speed again. The Thunderbird changed its mind and came back in front of me. Automatically, I swerved to miss hitting the Thunderbird. When I swerved, I lost control of my black Chevy Cavalier. I couldn’t focus my eyes on the road because I was all over the road. I heard my tires squawking loudly as the car moved in an erratic manner. I noticed the car veering towards a telephone pole. I thought of George. He hit a telephone pole with his motorcycle and was killed. Then everything went white. I thought, “Is this how it’s like to die?” I felt the impact of the telephone pole stop my car. I temporarily went in an unconscious state of mind.
When I came to, I was sitting on the passenger side of the car. The shifting lever was broken off from the console between the front seas. I noticed my white linen skirt had grease smudged across it. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I noticed the windshield on the passenger side was smashed from the inside outward. It was my head that hit it. Soon, people stood around the scene of the accident and the ambulance arrived. Some of the witnesses said my car rode on just two wheels, the right front and right rear, for a distance down the road. My car hit the telephone pole on an angle. If it hit head on, I would have been killed. I was not wearing a seat belt. Usually, I always buckled up, but I freshly painted my fingernails and didn’t want to mess them up to put on my seat belt.
I don’t know if the police that were involved were there to write up a report on the accident. I never received a ticket. It was when I was strapped to a transport board and loaded into the ambulance that I felt the chips of broken glass in my hair, scalp and right shoulder. At the hospital I was given x-ray’s to see if anything was broken. Nothing was broken.
Loving Father, not only did you preserve my life, you kept me from having any disfiguration to my face and head. Surely, the long, tangling earrings I was wearing with the wire hooks going through my pierced ears could have ripped my ear lobes when my head rammed through the windshield. I see; my life really is in your hands.
Are you tired of me on your lap yet? I know you’re not. You wish that all your children would come to you in this way.
You have been very generous to give me the desires of my heart. My desires are not material, but spiritual. Some of my desires are yet to be fulfilled, but I know it’s just a matter of time.
You revealed to me what my guardian angle looks like and what his name is. His name is Luther, which means, “Mighty Warrior.” I first saw Luther while at church one Veteran’s Day. He was dressed in Army military fatigues. I saw him come in a door from one side of the sanctuary. I didn’t know at first he was my angel. I thought he was a veteran who would give a presentation. I watched him walk in the sanctuary, passing the pew where I was seated, and continued to walk out a door on the other side of the church. When he walked by the pew, I knew instantly he was my guardian angle. I said to Doug, “I just saw my guardian angle.”
Sometime later when traveling on US 10 East for Florida, Luther passed us in a military green Dodge four wheel pickup truck. His right arm was stretched out and resting on the top of the seat. I noticed a car in the on-coming lanes crossing the medium and heading towards us. The next thing I saw was the car on the shoulder of the road facing west on our side of the highway. The driver of the car and us were all safe. Again your mighty hand of protection saved us.
It was years after George died that you reassured me George is in heaven. You gave me a vision of him while at church singing a song. I saw him dressed in a white gown. He looked refreshed and youthful. His hair looked glistening and golden yellow. His eyes were clear and bright blue. His smile was the same as I’ve known.
In the vision, I saw the backside of myself walking towards George. George was walking to go somewhere. He didn’t see me at first, but when he did, he stopped and smiled at me. He never said a word, but just kept smiling as I approached him. I made the remark, “George, you’re so handsome” three times before I reached him to hug him around the neck. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks. The vision was over and I was back in the sanctuary before the song was finished. Thank you Father for confirming my prayers for George were not in vain.
It is a miracle in how you recently took out the hurt, anger and resentments I had in my heart and carried for so many years. It’s like being “Born again” again. It’s all a matter of time. I was never satisfied with myself when displeasing you. When your children get desperate enough, you’ll help them when they cry out to you. Thank you, Father for giving me mercy, and unmerited favor. Now I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
I am smiling thinking about you revealing in a dream the new name you will re-name me. You have been in a habit of changing peoples names. For instance: Jacob’s name meant “The Deceiver”. Jacob was a deceiver when he tricked his father in giving him the blessing of the first born. His father was blind in old age and on his death bed. Esau was the first born. He had hairy arms. Jacob put lambskin over his arms and stood by his father’s bed side to receive the blessings his father thought was being given to Esau. You changed Jacob’s name later to Israel after he wrested with an “Angel of the Lord.”
You changed Abram’s name to Abraham, father of many and Simon’s name to Peter, the Rock. It states in your Word in the book of Revelation that each one who is victorious will be given a white stone. On the stone will be engraved a new name that no one knows except the one who receives it.
In the dream I was pleading with you to tell me what my new name will be. I guess I was too curious to wait until given a white stone. You looked at me with a smile on your face, but kept silent for awhile. I kept pleading with you to tell me. Then you said, “Ebony”. The name Ebony means “Highly Prized.” The name Brenda means “Fiery”, which comes in handy sometimes; don’t you think? It is better to be highly prized than to just come in handy sometimes.
I could go on and on about all you have done in my life. It is the reason why I long to be with you in my new spiritual body. Flesh and blood cannot enter your heavenly realm.
Until that time comes, I must occupy until you come.
little over a year ago, the Lord asked me a question. "If you were to
lose everything, would you still love me?" I answered yes.
Not long afterwards, my car was repossessed, I was evicted from my apartment, my camera, laptop, mp3 player and valuable pictures of my mother were stolen. It was difficult to go through, but I still loved the Lord, was not angry, and gave him praise. This was a test of my faith.
What God promised me was that He would restore to me everything I'd lost, including the financial losses I experienced in late 2008 when the economy declined and the stock market crashed.
I lost my laptop, but my uncle sent me another for my birthday a couple of months later. I'm typing this email on that same laptop.
I lost my apartment, but a few months later the Lord provided me with another apartment not even two minutes away from where I used to live. It is in a quiet, safe community in the Northern Atlanta suburbs, exactly where I wanted to be.
I lost some dear pictures of my mother (who passed away in late November 2007, just after Thanksgiving): I later found a picture that was a duplicate of one that I'd lost, along with other sweet pictures of my mother that I cherish today.
I lost my car, but the Lord used my father to provide me with another one that I drive today.
I lost my job, but after many months the Lord provided me with employment. It might not be the greatest or pay very much money, but it is SOMETHING!
I may not have received the complete harvest yet and I may have had some financial struggles since, but I know it will come. God has shown his faithfulness a hundred fold. I am blessed to be a blessing to others just as so many have been a blessing to me. That said, the greatest gift He has given me is salvation and the promise of eternal life. That's more important than any "thing" we can lose.
If I had not gone through that difficult time, I would not have gotten closer to God and made a deeper commitment to Him. He has allowed these things to happen to bring me closer to him. For that and everything else He has done for me, I give thanks.
God IS faithful, and He is a restorer.
2-17-2010: Thankful to God and STEP-BY-STEP WORLD OUTREACH MINISTRIES:
Just a couple of weeks before Christmas I went to NYC on business with my
husband. As he met with his television network clients, I prayed for the Lord to
protect us that day, and guide me as I went to see publishing houses.
All morning I kept running into the word 'GRACE'. It was all over the place. Too all over the place. I knew that God must be trying to tell me something, so I just prayed a simple prayer and asked him what He was trying to tell me.
I got my answer the next day. You see - my husband and I arrived for lunch at the Marriott Marquis on Broadway, and there was police tape up everywhere. We found out through the paper the full story the next day.
Apparently, there was a street vendor without a permit trying to sell music CD's. He ended up in a scuffle with the police, and then pulled out his gun to shoot an officer.
He fired twice, and the bullets lodged in the officer's police vest. This is when the officer took out his gun, and shot him dead in the exact spot of the breezeway where I was to meet my husband for lunch.
The papers confirmed that it was a 'miracle' that no one else was in the immediate vicinity. Then they said that the shooter had stated on one of his rap videos that he was going to shoot a cop, and his gun would jam (it did), and that they were going to shoot him dead (they did).
He had a mac semi-automatic weapon, which could fire 1000 rounds per minute (a favorite of the street gangs in NYC). There were 27 bullets left inside the gun when he was killed.
The paper also stated that upon reviewing the hotel surveillance video, that it was there was a noticeable air of 'grace under fire' displayed by this veteran police officer.
I just sat at my computer, and read this report the next day, and knew when I read those words "GRACE", that it was Gods' grace, and His protection, that my husband and I weren't there any earlier.
We had each tried to schedule an earlier lunch, but due to a number of other factors, and then his last client asking for an extra favor as he was about to head out too, we both arrived after this had taken place.
So there you go. God is still watching over each one of us. He knows the time that we should go, and until the plans that he has for us are fulfilled, he so graciously covers us with his wonderfully loving protection.
Justine Kasozi: 1-17-2010
I give glory to God for giving me a miracle baby! I had lost all hope of ever getting a third child after suffering from high blood pressure. The third pregnancy resulted into a miscarriage due to that sickness. This was accompanied by too much fear of what would happen to me and the baby if I tried conceiving again since I was on anti-hypertensives. I tried reading a lot of literature about use of anti-hyptensives in pregnancy and most of them as like other drugs were not recommended in pregnancy for fear of foetal abnormalities. This added unto my fear of ever trying to get a third child having been blessed by a son and daughter earlier on.
I thank God Almighty because at His time which is always the best, the fear that had overtaken me for sometime finally lifted and I felt confident that I could carry a pregnancy and I also stopped worrying about the effect of the anti-hypertensives. I now had greater faith that God would protect me and the baby. I conceived immediately and continued on anti-hypertensives.
Each time time I took the anti-hypertensives, I would first pray to God for both myself and the baby not to be affected in any negative way. I also sent out many prayer requests to many prayer warriors and had prayer partners to stand with me as I believed God to see me and the baby through.
Dear brethren, we serve a Mighty God! On the 9th of October 2009, God blessed us with a healthy baby girl with no abnormality who was delivered by C-section at 33 weeks. The senior pedaetrician however said the baby scored like one of 36 weeks! I give God all the glory for making this happen when I thought it was impossible. I'm still on anti-hypertensives but I believe and trust that God heals in several ways and His, is always the best and maybe one day, I will not have to take medication to have normal blood pressure.
I encourage everyone to trust fully in God because He never fails those that believe and trust in Him. May all the ladies who long for a miracle child be encouraged by my testimony. God bless you all.
Lydia Cohane-Klinger: 4-16-2009
Almost three years ago my husband woke up with a rare disorder called RSD. This followed surgery on his knee. I am a nurse and I had the best doctors taking care of my husband. Despite that, he woke up with RSD; a rare neurological disorder characterized by severe pain. Suffering terribly for almost three years, my husband ... as of Jan. 1st, announced that he was making a commitment to go back to Church. He did every Sunday, until two weeks ago when he once again underwent a knee surgery.
But when he awoke this time he was RSD free! By all accounts he should have awoken with the RSD in his stump. But the RSD is gone. Nothing more than a miracle! I am Jewish. My husband is Catholic. Both of our faiths in God has been reinforced by this miracle. Now I don't know how to adequately thank G-d.
Francesca Leary: 03-31-2009
My husband and I have a son, Thomas, who - thank God - lives in heaven. He sadly, for us, passed away on June 19, 2008. It has broken our hearts and we cannot believe that he has gone from us. The fact that he has gone to be with his heavenly Father has been of great comfort to us.
Thomas was born with a heart problem but lived a perfectly normal life.
In fact we often forgot that he had a problem. The doctors said they would operate on him when he was older. That day came when Thomas was eighteen years old.
God had an amazing plan for Thomas. When he was in Grade 9 and terribly unhappy at the school he attended, the Lord led us to a wonderful school called Bryanston High School. Government schools are not generally known to be good schools and the norm is to send ones' child to private schools here in South Africa. So it was with courage and trepidation that we sent him to Bryanston High School in Johannesburg, South Africa.
The school turned out to be the best decision we have ever made and what a wonderful place it turned out to be, and therefore the last three years of Thomas’s life were very happy ones. Through God sending us to the school, Thomas became friendly with a young Christian boy and he in turn became a Christian himself. He attended a Christian church which he later brought us ... his whole family to.
It is amazing that God knew what lay in store for Tom, and that he did not have long on this earth. In the last three years of his life, he literally led Tom to know Jesus and prepared him for his final day on earth.
He went in for his operation and sadly did not make it through the operation. We were numb and really did not expect to loose our very precious boy, and we still cannot believe that he is not here with us at times.
We cry a lot and our hearts are broken, and as parents, our lives will never really be quite the same again. (We know there are many around the planet who know the pain we've experienced, which is why I am giving my contact information at the end of this letter. If anyone wants to share their grief and loss with us, they are very welcome to contact us. You can be CERTAIN we'll pray for your peace and joy to return, if you would like us to. We know that when we're willing to listen and pray for others who are grieving over a loved one, our complete healing will come that much quicker).
Thomas touched so many lives while he was still with us. One woman, I do not know ... visited us and said that her daughter had known Thomas, and she just wanted us to know that her daughter always spoke about him because he was such a good person, and always told her that true happiness only came through having a relationship with Jesus.
Since his death, three of his very special friends have become Christians and have been baptised. All three of these friends came from totally non-believing families: So well done, Thomas!
My husband has also become a believer and has not missed one church service since Thomas passed away. This is some feat, as he is quite a determined man and thought we Christians were all a bit extreme! We are doing the Alpha course and how wonderful it is to see such a change in him. Once again: Well done, Tom. It's sad to say, but if Tom's work and time on earth was done because he brought these people to know the Lord ... then we should be content. I have no doubt where Tom is. He is in heaven and a warrior for Jesus!
I love you Tom, and this is a message to you ... more than anything, but I thank God that my son died knowing Jesus, and I cannot stress how important that is, as we all well know.
Thomas is an angel and I love him with all my heart and he will never, never be forgotten.
See you soon my angel!
Love Mum xxx (Francesca Leary)
Contact information: Email: firstname.lastname@example.org Phone: 011 2681049 (Johannesburg, South Africa).
Michael C. John 12-15-2008:
Today I am alive because Jesus Saved me from a very big accident. I was coming home from my friend's place when suddenly on the main road the rear tire of my bike just blew off. I don't know how I controlled the bike because behind me there were cars, and in front of me in the opposite direction there were cars, but miraculously something controlled my bike. It stopped with a thump on the side of the road. All who were there gathered and people started looking to see if friend's bones or mine were broken. It was a a very miraculous thing that there was not even a scratch my friend or I... not even a small hole on the dress tat we were wearing. A very big thanks to Jesus Christ who saved us from what could have been a very bad accident!
Preston Maxie 12-02-2008: "I NEED NOT SEARCH, MY GOD LOVES"
I think that it is wonderful that you have seen Jesus. I cried while reading your testimony because it reminds me of the proofs my God and savior Jesus has shown me. Sometimes it’s hard to find believers who actually experience the gift of visions from the Lord. I just wanted to write you and let you know that you are not alone.
I had a near death experience when the powers of darkness made an attempt on my life through my roommate. The Lord saved me from a destructive lifestyle of promiscuity leading to an eternity of suffering. When the Lord delivered me to my neighbors home, I could hear the Lord and had a vision of the heavens. I also confessed my sins to the Lord and asked for forgiveness. I did this in a household of believers on my knees, crying and begging the Lord for forgiveness while having a vision that included Jesus showing His birth, and seeing Jesus sit on His throne at the right hand of the Father.
Before this incident I did not practice Christianity. I basically believed in a higher power but was never raised in the church. Out of fear and lack of understanding, I relocated home with my mother, which is 500 miles away from where I was living. I rekindled an old crush from junior high whom I'm now marrying, whose faith was in a beginning state. We dated and decided we should start going to church together. Then we were baptized together 3 months into the relationship. I feel she was a gift from God for changing my life from my old ways.
My relationship with the Lord has grown now because I know He exists. For a while I thought I was insane, but I've come to the conclusion that God has blessed me and given me several gifts: Tongues, prophecy, and visions, and others alike.
Recently, I have had a heart surgery. My family was in fear, but I kept telling them it would be ok and to trust in the Lord. Even though I was blessed by the Lord by trusting in Him and by other people’s prayer, my family still worried, including my fiancé. After the surgery, I awoke three days later. I closed my eyes and I realized I was having visions. I was having visions of wheat fields out of this world; blooming roses and people getting lifted up into the sky. Then God showed me in my vision 2 horses riding towards me. They were lifted up.
I then opened my eyes to see my Pastor and elder standing before me. During my visit we shared prayer; the anointing was extremely high; we began praying in tongues and I shut my eyes to see this figure in a cape pouring his blood on us, but me in particular -- right in front of my face. Then I started crying while still in the presence of God. The caped man turned into a ball and started spinning and the infection that I had in my heart was being pulled out by it like a whirlpool.
I spoke to my elder and Pastor after words, and they were filled with joy, giving thanks to the Lord. When they left later that night, I remember wishing to see the Lord’s face. I closed my eyes and there He was in all His glory. He had a loving and slight smirk on his face, which was so comforting, but in response … I covered my spirit eyes, because I believed once you see the face of God you will die. But as I was covering my eyes, I managed to peak at His glorious shine and reflections of miniature faces on each side of His face. I then opened my eyes out of fear and closed them again and He was gone. I rejoiced that night and gave thanks. That very night I also noticed a cross that was carved into my bed by another patient who was in my intensive care unit before me.
I tried sleeping that night, but could not. The visions would not go away for a whole week. God showed me many things that are hard to explain and that I don’t understand. But I do remember one of the Hebrew words that the Lord showed me. It was zedek, meaning righteous in English. The Lord also showed me a timeline of the earth, I believe, which went on for millions of years … but the time had a different ending from BC and AC (Before Christ; After Christ).
I also saw the powers of darkness as they tried to attack me in my afflicted and weakened state, but I rebuked several in the name of Jesus and they fled.
I am now still being healed from my heart surgery by the Lord. I believe Jesus
is returning soon. I've just given my life to the Lord recently and the Spirit
has conveyed urgency to my spirit. Hopefully this has been a blessing to
I love you, my family; the Body of Christ.
Sibahle Zulu 9-29-08:
Previous months I have been struggling financially and I was sinking in debts. You know what happened? The more I prayed and fasted about it, the more I sank in debts, but I didn't stop looking up to Jesus. There was a time when I thought my car was going to be repossessed, but it wasn't because of the faithfulness in God. I prayed and waited for God to intervene in my situation and He did. Last month another friend of mine told me that for two days when she prayed for me the Holy Spirit said, "She must pray for financial breakthrough," and when I was getting paid last month I received an amount of R1200.00 that I didn't know where it was coming from. When I print the bank statement that money did not appear at all. On September 19th (payday) I found out that there was an amount of R5335.85 that I don't know, according to the bank statement it came to my account on the 10/09/2008. I wasn't aware of it because I lost my phone on that day. This month I have managed to pay my debts and I have also done the desires of my heart. I believe that it's time for restoration because I've been in this season for a long time (See: Proverbs 6:31). Let the PRAISE AND HONOUR BE UNTO OUR KING FOREVER AND EVER.
Thank you JESUS; thank you my PROVIDER FOR SUPPLYING ALL MY NEEDS. My email: email@example.com
Ammie Tatro 9-3-08:
I have felt compelled to write since I was a young girl. I found great joy in writing short stories and poems when I was a teenager. I am a very shy person and find it very hard to express myself face to face. In my mind I would get so angry with myself, and even count to three working up the courage to speak. However, on a piece of paper I am able to do anything. I can create a whole new world that I feel comfortable in. I often used poems as a means to express my feelings of distance, sadness and loneliness. I gave up writing as a young adult. Since then I have felt a loss. I always promised myself that I would complete the story I was meant to write before I was thirty. However, that time has come and gone. I tried to tell myself that it was a child’s dream and to move on. Today, though, I find myself here with an overwhelming urge to write. I have been praying a lot, and my testimony keeps coming to mind. Normally I wouldn’t even consider it. The thought of people knowing things about me, that I tried to hide, frightens me to no ends. I used to write as an escape, not to direct a spot light on myself. As time moves on however, the more comfortable I feel with writing about my personal relationship with God. When I took the focus off of myself, I realized why it had taken me so long to write. I didn’t see the bigger picture. I just saw my personal struggles out in broad daylight. Now, I realize that it is my testimony that I am meant to write. All this time I thought I was meant to write some great American novel. If I would have focused more closely on God, I would have realized that my path was laid out for me. I just had to be obedient, and have faith. (NKJV) Isaiah 55:8-9, "For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways," says the Lord. "For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, And My thoughts than your thoughts. We are all meant to give witness of Jesus, and this is my way of witnessing.
My earliest memory of God was when I was five or six years old. I was in the waiting room of a doctor’s office and there on a table was a children’s book about God. It fascinated me. I learned of the ark and all the animals that entered it and the parting of the sea. My eye’s were opened to a whole new world. I fell in love with the Creator of the universe. From then on I communicated with Him often. As an adult I have struggled with my flesh a lot. Looking back I can see the damage that I have created in my life because I allowed my flesh to have control. I have made poor decisions from choosing the wrong career, to bad financial decisions. It is so easy for me to get lost in the world of selfishness, especially now. Everywhere you look there is something to keep you preoccupied from your prayer life, to just knowing who you are. For example, you can live vicariously through reality television, video games or being online. I have allowed these simple minded devises to rob me from the ultimate gift, my relationship with God. All the while He continued to call me.
Letting go and trusting God has been an ongoing learning experience for me. The times that I have let go and trusted God are the most amazing experiences in my life. One time in particular is when my husband got a vasectomy when my first born was only six months old. I was absolutely devastated. As I tried to persuade my husband from going through with it, he would tell me that is was all going to be alright. I would scream inside, "how is it going to be alright!" Prayerfully, my husband has regretted it and agreed to have it reversed. That alone brought so much relief to the pain I was experiencing of possibly never having another child. However, my hope was greatly diminished when I found out the cost of a reversal. I knew we couldn’t possibly afford it. I continued to pray to God that He would allow me to get pregnant regardless of the vasectomy, or bless us with the money to afford the reversal. A year later, my husband called the doctor’s office to double check the cost of the reversal. He figured we were going to pay for the reversal no matter how much it cost. The nurse he spoke to suggested that we call some doctors outside our area, their rates may be lower, she said. I was shocked to find out that they were much lower. It was well over 50 percent cheaper than what it cost locally! Praise God! Today I wonder if it was actually God speaking through my husband when he had told me that everything is going to be alright. I have learned that if I just trust God with everything, He can turn any situation into good.
Ultimately, I wanted to give my testimony because I believe that is what we are all meant to do. (NKJV) Luke 17:12-17, Then as He entered a certain village, there met Him ten men who were lepers, who stood afar off. And they lifted up their voices and said, "Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!" So when He saw them, He said to them, "Go, show yourselves to the priest." And so it was that as they went, they were cleansed. And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, returned, and with a loud voice glorified God, and fell down on his face at His feet, giving Him thanks. And he was a Samaritan. So Jesus answered and said, "Were there not ten cleansed? But where are the nine? Many who were saved had changed. Even today, if you were granted to be debt free from all that you owe, wouldn’t you proclaim it to everyone. Exclaim your salvation!
Miranda Salinas 6-23-08: September 9, 1992, I was born and marked as Miranda Celeste Salinas. Fifteen years later have passed and here I am. Between the years 1992 and 2008 have been some of the worst and best years of my life. I have smiled, frowned, laughed, cried, forgiven, hated, loved. I met people along the way; got close; said my goodbyes, but I never regret the first conversation we had.
I sometimes get scared to get close to someone. They promise me they will never leave, but never make promises you can’t keep. Sometimes I do get close and it’s so incredible how you realize how much someone loves you and how much you love someone. It hurts when someone leaves you, but never forget the times you both had together. The times you both laughed until your face falls off. The times you both cried on each others’ shoulder --saying goodbye, but never forgetting the only hello that I know that will never have a goodbye to is the person I met at the end of 2006 …Jesus Christ.
A lot of brick walls have appeared in my path; some I’ve been able to knocked down, but some are still standing. Life brings some things we can’t control, but after an awakening I realized God was there. All I had to do was run for Him. Today I’m still running. Sometimes I run out of breath, but then I realize I’m farther away from the darkness. Life sometimes hits hard and pushes me back steps. But I take a breath and start running AGAIN …
Hakon Gundersen 6-9-08: During my third grade the entire class went to another school for swimming lessons once every week during the school year. I could not swim, so instead of using time on me the teacher left me to play in the water by myself so he could use his time on the other kids that could swim.
For some reason I went over to the other side of the pool (the deep side) with two other kids from my class. Then suddenly one of the kids is saying to me, "Why don't you jump out in the water? That way you will find out if you can swim or not. If you can't swim I will pull you up again."
Not too happy about it, I accepted it and jumped out in the pool. Now I was in the water with water above my head. I couldn't reach the bottom and I couldn't reach the end of the pool. I tried to move my arms and legs, but found out pretty fast nothing helped.
I figured out I should try to open up my eyes (something I normally can't do under water) and hopefully that would help me to reach the end of the pool. For some reason I had no problem seeing under water this time when I opened my eyes, but all I find out was I was too far to reach the end of the pool.
Now I'm getting to the point were I can't hold my breath any longer and I start to panic and waving my arms and legs so it's impossible for this kid to grab my arms so he can pull me up.
A few seconds later I'm thinking to myself: I have to breath, even if it means I will breath water. I simply can't hold my breath anymore!
That's when it happens. God's peace is filling me and I'm breathing air three or four times under water. The peace can only be described as it went through soul, mind and body and was beyond anything imaginable. The air I was breathing was better and felt purer than the air I normally breath in.
Now of course I wasn't waving with my arms and legs anymore, so this kid grabbed my arm and pulled me up. Without thinking or saying anything, I walked over to the other side of the pool (the shallow side) and jumped out in the water like nothing had happen.
Praise God, He never fails to protect us when we need it the most.
Eric Gibbs 4-7-08: I'm writing this inside prison. I was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan and educated in the Public School system. I was raised by my mother as well as my grandmother and grandfather. I truly have a very loving and spiritual family, and truly have a deeper appreciation for womanhood as my mother and grandmother taught and raised me to always honor, love and respect all women. My grandmother was Evangelist Mable Gibbs Johnson. My grandfather was Rev. McCollins. He ministered at Mount Zion First Baptist church in Detroit.
I've made some really immature choices and mistakes in my life that caused me to come to prison. I was selling drugs, sometimes making $10,000 a day. Women, cars and guns, and all that comes with that lifestyle, but all that is behind me though the revelation of Jesus Christ I now have. I've learned that I'm a spiritual being. God is spirit and they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth. Every night I pray on my knees, "Dear Lord, please hear my plea. I give all glory and honor to You, God the Father, and my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, through whom all my blessings flow.
Debra Stone 3-27-08: My mother had surgery on Feb. 20, 2008. Complications arose; she has been on a pressure controlled ventilator for 2 weeks, a regular vent before that. She has developed ARDS as a result of septis. She has been in ICU for over 3 weeks, sedated and paralyzed.
God has healed her. He has given me a peace that I cannot completely explain. People don't understand but my mom is healed and I will be writing again when that manifestation has been revealed to us. God is so good, His promises are true, He is a covenant God and His Word is true. I praise Him for all the mighty things He has done. I praise Him for the healing of mom and I praise Him for the "spiritual" healing that has taken place in many of our families lives. I praise Him for the lives that will be changed when they see the miraculous touch God placed on my mom.
Without Him, I am nothing. Without Him, I am lost. This one thing I know, whatever the future holds for me, I know God is in the midst of it.
Christy Thacker 3-19-08: He was all I ever needed.
My testimony starts with life being perfect until I was fourteen years old. That's the year that my older sister Brenda disappeared under suspicious circumstances. My family was torn - or should I say - ripped into shreds. For the next four years, I watched as my Mother slowly died and finally succumbed to cancer on February 10th, 1996, the year my daughter was born. I was three months pregnant at the time. Just a year later, when my daughter was seven months old, my fiancé and her father left us. I was heartbroken to say the least. I moved to Tennessee in March 1997. The pain I was leaving behind in my home state of West Virginia was too much for me to bear.
What happens when a girl's heart is ripped to shreds? Most of the time the girl loses all self-respect. She does things she would never do in her rightful mind. My daughter's father was coming to see us often, and well - one thing leads to another and I wound up pregnant for the second time. I was morbidly shocked and so very angry. I was angry with everyone, including God. How could He take so much from me and then allow this to happen? There was no hope for Brianna's father and I to ever have a relationship again. He had already found someone else before I even left. I felt worthless and felt that even God did not love me. I had no one.
I did something that I never dreamed I would do. I aborted my innocent baby. Looking back, I can say that it was the worst mistake of my life. How could I have done that? I still feel that pain.
In July of 1997, I met Steve, who is now my husband. We thought we had it together, got married in 1998, but the next year our marriage had taken a downfall. We didn't get along! We liked alcohol and marijuana too! We were both just really blind to what we had. We split up for six months. I left with another man...not because I liked him, but because I needed a way out of my life.
When Steve and I reconciled in 2000, we started going to church. God made everything brand new! I can't even begin to tell you the difference in my life now.
I am blessed with a Godly husband, a daughter who loves Jesus, and many family and friends that I love so much. I attend an awesome church (New Vision Ministries) that has so much love to share with the world.
Through all my daughter's doctor appointments, surgeries, etc., due to stomach problems of my own...I know that He is with me. Through all the times that I feel depressed, stressed, unloved and unworthy, He is with me, holding onto me tight. When our bank account is getting low from our high bills, He is with me.
The day is coming when there will be no more tears, sorrows, bills, doctors, stress and depression. As a Christian, I still suffer but I have hope that one day I will not. I know I will live forever with my Creator and my Savior!
I am writing this in hopes that whoever reads it will be inspired and know that you are not alone in your troubles. Jesus died for you and loves you!
GIVING GOD GLORY
People Thanking God Publicly
For What He Has Done, And Is Doing!
GIVING GOD GLORY
People Thanking God Publicly For What He Has Done, And Is Doing!
Dear Reader - are you at peace with God? If not, you can be. Do you know what awaits you when you die? You can have the assurance from God that heaven will be your home, if you would like to be certain. Either Jesus Christ died for yours sins, or He didn't (He did!). Are you prepared to stand before God on the Judgment Day and tell Him that you didn't need the shed blood of Jesus Christ on the Cross to have your sins forgiven and get in right-standing with God? We plead with you ... please don't make such a tragic mistake.
To be at peace with God; to have your sins forgiven; to make certain heaven will be your home for eternity; to make certain that you are in right-standing with God right now ... please click here to help understand the importance of being reconciled to God. What you do about being reconciled to God will determine where you will spend eternity, precious one. Your decision to be reconciled to God is the most important decision you'll ever make in this life.
The staff and our ministry supporters so greatly appreciate hearing how God is touching lives for His glory through this outreach. If this ministry has blessed you in some special way, would you please consider taking a brief moment and share your blessing with us? Simply email us at: firstname.lastname@example.org
We truly thank each of you who allow us to publish your testimony, for those who faithfully pray (and fast) for this outreach, for those of you who help support the ministry financially, and for those of you who pass along these testimonies and other ministry writings to others. The part the Holy Spirit has you play is vital in helping win lost souls and being engaged in discipleship, and we can never thank you enough for the labor of love and support you provide on behalf of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Precious Testimoniesis supported financially by those God directs to sow into this ministry. We ask each person reading this to please ask God on an on-going basis if He would have you sow a financial gift to this evangelistic outreach of His - trust that He will clearly communicate His will to you in the matter - then simply be obedient. Please feel free to contact us if you have any questions about the current financial needs of this outreach, or any other questions you may have.
For convenience, you can simply click on the secure Pay Pal donate button below if you want to donate by credit card. Otherwise, you can send your precious gift to:Precious Testimonies, P.O. Box 516, Jenison, MI 49429.
Precious Testimoniesis a non-denominational 501-C-3 evangelistic ministry, and financial love offerings to this ministry are tax-deductible for those who qualify. A financial summary can be viewed by clicking on the following link: Financial Summary.
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