Testimony Share

hi i am 12 years od and some people might think thats too young to do anything but have i got a testimony to tell today. See i go to this camp every year and its a place where adults can’t tell you your a kid you can’t participate or no this is for grownups. And ever since the first or second year of camp (this is my 4th) i felt that i was being called to be a missionary. I figured out that i had two places tha kinda stuck out to me.  Africa and nursing homes. Anyway the one day came up when i went onto a site and met a friend. He lived in Texas and I lived in Maryland. He was apparetly very ppular in school so i thought he was very lucky, not knowing that i’d be proved wrong the very next day. The next day i said hi and he said i’m sad. i asked why. he went on and on about how he wanted to kill himself and how his life was meaningless. then i thought up to god and sayed yes!!! this must be my opportunity while being scared and sad for him at the same time. i said if you really do have nothing else to live for, live for jesus. he said you know im not a christian and i sayed it doent matter. he asked me if here’s a god out there that loves me then why is my life so screwed up.  i said i can’t tell you about how hard my life is but i can tell you a true story about people who had it worse than you and still had faith. so i told him the story of Hudson Taylor. At the end he said that he had felt better and enjoyed the story.  i was happy yet disappointed. Going through that experience made me realize if you tell someone a story their not gonna wana get saved right away. Today i still talk to him and am still trying to get him saved.

My name is Melanie and I have recently been plagued with a terrible condition that medical science does not take seriously. I have a multitude of eye floaters after having Lasik eye surgery. My night vision is bad, and there are too many floaters in my eyes to simply ignore. Doctors keep telling me there is nothing I can do besides more risky surgery. When I first found out what I had, I cried uncontrollably, I fell into a black hole of self hatred and regret. I am suffering everyday, I fear light, I even see these horrible things at night. I used to have perfect vision with the assistance of glasses, and out of selfishness, I went and had Lasik. It wasn’t necessary, and here I am with this “supposed” lifelong irritation.

I’m 22 years old, and I live with my parents. As a child, I very much believed in GOD. I would pray every night and beg my mom to take me to church every Sunday. I would read the bible even though I barely understood it. I would have conversations with the Lord and my deceased relatives/friends during my prayers. I was very in tune with a higher spiritual life. I would have what doctors claimed were “hallucinations”. I had recurring nightmares for years that to this day are unexplained, but I could retell them in detail! Years went by and throughout my teenage years, I lost touch with my spiritual life and my faith.

I just lived day by day and was too lazy to pray. Of course, after this surgery, when I need him most, is when I’m now calling on God again. I almost feel guilty for it, but at the same time, I feel like this happened to me to bring me closer to God again, even though I am suffering.

These eye floaters may not be a big deal to some people, but to those who have it as bad as I do, they know how stressful and depressing it can be. The worst part of it is that it’s not taken seriously. People like me are forced to deal with it. It’s like having dirt in your eyes and you so badly want to wash it out, meanwhile someone is telling you, “too bad, live with it, it never goes away”. I pray every day for a healing from God. One night, I prayed so hard and cried my eyes out, begging for the Lord to send me an angel…and…HE DID! As I was laying in my bed that night, I was in the fetal position with my eyes closed. I was restlessly trying to sleep. Behind me I felt a presence, and I could hear my bed move (it creeks real loud) as if someone was trying to lay right behind me…I was frozen. I could not move, in my head I kept telling myself to relax and stay still…although I was desperate to turn around. After a few minutes, the noise repeated itself, and I felt this presence leave. I KNOW IT WAS MY ANGEL laying with me and comforting me. I fell right to sleep after that and only in the morning did I think about what had just happened. That next day I kept thinking it was a dream. Three days later, a dove showed up on my doorstep and when my dad went to retrieve the mail, he started yelling for me and my mom to come see. The dove flew right to my father and perched right on his hand. He passed the dove to me as my mother was in awe, claiming it was a sign from God. My parents were leaving the country that morning for Bermuda, and they were leaving me alone at home for 2 weeks. I didnt know what to do with the dove, my dad begged me to keep it so at that time, i did not want him to see me let it go. I ended up keeping it in the house for 3 days, and then decided to let it go… When I came back inside the house, I kept thanking God for sending me this sign, if in fact it was from God. I was also thinking that I wish I had kept it, I was kind of upset to let it go and right at that moment, I looked down at my feet and found one single feather. I was so happy, and then it occured to me…this was ALL GOD! ALL OF IT! First my angel comes to comfort me, and although I did not realise it at first, here comes this dove, three days later…and it all made sense to me. After that, I stopped crying myself to sleep.

Although I am given these signs, which surely are signs of God, my problem is keeping the faith of recieving my healing! I know these things have happened to me, and I know GOD is in my life, but I want to believe so badly that he’ll heal my eyes. I pray for it, but it has yet to happen to me and I am currently searching for a good ministry and healing rooms. I need to keep the faith! I don’t want to think that if God doesn’t heal me, it’s because it’s not meant to be. I want to believe that God heals everyone if they believe enough, but again, thats my problem…I believe in God, and I believe in the holy spirit, I believe in miracles, but until I receive my own, its so hard to believe it will happen to me! I guess this is why it hasn’t happened yet…

If anyone has any words of wisdom for me, to help me receive my healing….please help. I know there may be people out there who need prayers more than I, but if you have the few minutes to pray for me, please do! I can’t live in the dark forever, I need a miracle!

Thank you for your time.
God Bless!
xoxo

First, I must thank God for everything I am and have.  He has carried me through my entire life.  I have been truly blessed and know that it is because of him.

My family and I have recently moved and are trying to find a church home.  It has been truly difficult to find the right one and I am getting really discouraged.  I pray that God gives us the patience to find the right church were we can continue to learn his teachings and word as well as allow us to be productive church members.

I was in church this morning for the 3rd sunday in a row. My friends had asked me to come 3 weeks ago and I did and I went back because I liked the way it was run “A community of hope sharing hope with the community” is their motto and they hold to that which is why I like it.

I had seen people go to the front during songs and kneel at the steps before, but today my friend, one who asked me to join, went to the front to kneel. My other friend went up and kneeled with him, her hand on her back. The guy next to me, whom I didn’t know, also went up. I thought about going up but I heard someone in my mind say “don’t, just watch” so I did.

While they kneeled, I felt a ‘white’ presence (read my bio to learn more about me) and could feel 3 figures about like white fairies the size of a full grown man, one between me and my friend (but off to the side like he was trying not to block my “view”) and two in front of my friend. They stayed there a while and eventually I couldn’t feel them anymore.

I know it sounds crazy but I know what I felt/saw. I didn’t understand what was going on when he went up but by the time he sat back up from kneeling, I knew what had gone on.

I’m just discouraged again & needed some advice or guidance it hurts soo bad its soo much & am loosing faith n my will to want to live.  Please pray or respond im trying to fight through I want to live for GOD I thought I knew he had great plans for me, but I’m so sad n don’t feel comfortable telling my family or boyfriend please help.

On March 1st, 2009 I wrote about a very personal ordeal. I wrote about my breaking heart as a result of a broken relationship with a man who was seven years younger than me. The article was called Heart Break. I wrote about my pain and many of you reached out to me offering your support, advise and empathetic ear. Today I have a very different story to tell. I have to share with you the amazing triumph that God gives us in our times of distress, how truly we do not begin to understand the love that God has for us and how that love shines through even in our darkness moments.

I remember in March of last year everything I thought to be true I began to question, I even questioned God’s love for me because I felt that if He truly loved me then why was he allowing me to go through such pain. The one day I was unable to get out of bed, I called in sick for work and something wonderful happened. I crawled out of bed, went on my knees, and why looking through my windows at the clear blue morning sky I said God I no longer want this love that I feel in my heart for this man, I am asking you to remove this love, take it away from me please because you know best what to do with it, because I don’t. That same day I began to feel better, I felt like a burden was lifted from my shoulders, my heart felt light and empty. That same night I realized the love I had for my ex was gone, the feeling of it was no longer there, and so I asked God to fill the void I was now feeling in my heart as a result of the missing love. Believe when I say that God filled the void. He filled it perfectly with His love. I began to consume myself with God and with the Word. I began praying more, I began reading my bible more, I began listening to preachings, I began to fill myself up.

My story doesn’t end there. It was September of 2009 and I felt very differently about life, I had a new sense of self, I felt closer to God than ever before, I was so happy and content with God. I also knew I was ready. I was ready to love again. I was ready to be loved again. I was more secure in myself, I was more secure in how I deserved to be love and be treated. I started praying for a husband. I even got a journal and one day I wrote in the journal telling God that I was ready for my husband to come into my life. A week later while at work, my cell phone rang and it was long distance phone number. I assumed it was my brother back in Jamaica trying to get a hold of me, so I called back the number. When the person answered it wasn’t my brother. It was someone I considered more special.

When I was 12 years old and living in Jamaica I sneaked out of the house to follow my aunt to a street party. She wasn’t aware I was following her until it was too late to send me back. She didn’t want to miss the party, so she asked me stand by the speaker box and wait until she came back to get me. While I was standing there I was approached by this handsome looking boy who initiated a conversation with me. After talking for a while we realized that we only lived minutes a part. From that night onwards he would visit me, however we discovered that there was a seven years gap. He was seven years older than me. Therefore we decided to remain friends. The following year I moved to Canada to live with my mom and we obviously lost contact. The following year I went back to visit and we reconnected. However it wasn’t until 2004 when we decided to officially date. He and I dated until 2005 however the distance was way too hard on me and so we separated.

Then August 2006 my best friend and I were preparing a trip to Virginia, the week before we were suppose to leave I received a call from the USA and it was him, he was working in Virginia and was wondering if I could come and see him. Talk about perfect timing. The fact that I had already planned a trip to Virginia was like fate to us. He and I spent 3 wonderful days together. Eventually we parted ways again because I was a Christian and he kept saying he was not ready to give his life to Christ. As a Christian I was not ready to be with someone who wasn`t because the bible says for me to not be unequally yoked. However at times I would get a phone call from him and he would always remind me that one day he would marry me. I would laugh because I felt he was too sure of himself. In September when I realized he was the one on the phone and not my brother I was a little paralyzed for words. I didn`t know what to say because we hadn’t spoken in almost a year. He broke the ice by asking his famous question

‘so are you married yet’

I told him no. He asked why and I proceeded to tell him that I was waiting for the husband that God wanted for me and not the one I wanted for myself, he asked what was I now looking for in a husband and I told him number one thing was a man that loved God and was serving God, because only then will that man be able to truly love me. His comment was shocking, oh he said I guess I shouldn’t tell you then that I have been saved since November 2008. My initial response was one of happiness and then of shook because I knew that the one thing that had stopped us from being together was the fact that he wasn’t a Christian. That day has been the turning point in my life. To make a very long history short, I was married January 28, 2010 to a man that has been in my heart since I was 12 years old. It took us 23 years. To say God is amazing is an understatement. I would never thought this would be the man that I marry, I would have never guessed it. Even though he would say it to me every year that one day we would get married, I never believed it. What I have learnt is this, disappointments happens for a reason. God is on my side, He loves me and He wants the best for me. When my heart was broken by my ex it wasn’t because God did not love me, it was because He wanted the best for me and my ex wasn`t the man God intended for me to marry. I have always said I want a story to tell my children about how their father and I met, I have my story. My husband has been in my life for 23 years and I never knew he was my husband. When I walked down the aisle it was to the song God Bless the Broken Road by Selah. The words were exactly what I wanted to say. I am happier than I have ever been. My husband is wonderful, he makes me laugh, he makes sense in my life, he loves me with the heart that God has given him to love me. Loving him is very easy, because I have loved him since I was 12. I thank each and everyone of you who responded to my previous article about my heart break. I am a happier woman having gone through what I did over a year ago.

One of my dreams is to be a missionary. I always thought it would be cool to go out and help those who were in need both physically and spiritually. With this desire in my heart I prayed the Jabez Prayer and asked God to use me in His plan. The day after that day I uttered that prayer something wonderful happened: I got a job.

The boss of the place decided to hire me after interviewing me. With happiness inside of me I got ready for my first day on the job.

The place was a nursing home out in the country side. What a great calling from God! I was going to help the people with their needs and hopefully by my example would know and accept Jesus Christ as their personal Savior.

Taking care of their needs is a wonderful experience. And as I took care of them the beautiful Bible verse where Jesus said, “When you help others you help me,” was in my mind and the truth of that verse greatly encouraged me.

I made friends at my job: two co-workers who are as nice as can be, the boss who is a good Christian man and his wife, and those who were in my care.
Everything was going great until trouble came.

Some of the other co-workers didn’t care for me and tried to put me down with their hurtful remarks on the performance I was carrying out. Some of it was constructive criticism {it made me work harder at whatever task they were complaining about} and some was mean cristicism like saying I was too slow or didn’t know how to do things, which was not true. Sometimes when I did my tasks and they were there they would push me aside while I was doing them and do it themselves.
Those times were very challenging to me and I wondered if I was in the right place. During those times of uncertainty on the job God would bless me with wonderful encouragements. When I was able to help someone without interferrance the person would thank me for caring for them and sometimes would give me a hug. And when they would smile at me when I walked by them on the way to do another task my heart would beat with thanksgiving to God for the love and friendship of the people in my care.

The Bible says that God will stand up for His people when the Enemy tries to crush them through trials and that’s what He did for me a couple months later.

The co-workers who made things difficult for me complained to the boss of my performance so much that he got me out of that shift and put me on the one where I would work with the two who are my good friends. I thanked God for this transfer and I also thanked Him for standing up for me because as I worked this shift the boss saw that I wasn’t slow or uncapable of doing things. He was happy to have me as one of his workers and I was happy to be a blessing to my fellow men.
I wish I could say that that was the end of my trials and that the Enemy (Satan) left me alone, but when God’s people are making a difference for Him and the Kingdom of Heaven the Enemy and his minions fight back with vegence.

Sickness came upon me. I had chicken pox, which made me absent from my job for two weeks. But praise the Lord I got better from it! When I returned everyone was glad to see me and I got back to my job with fresh determination.

The other co-workers tried to discourage me again by writing things in the log book about my job performance and how poorly done it was. When I saw that written it would make me sad because I had given the tasks my best effort. Every day when they did their shift they wrote something in the log book to discourage me and to make me want to give up. And I almost reached the place where I wanted to pack my bags (figuratively) and leave. But whenever I felt that way God always had an encouraging word for me from His Word or from a nice devotional. His Words would strengthen me and I would go back the next day ignoring the cruel written remarks.

I began to see that Jesus was shinging through me toward the people who were in my care and those I was working with. The people saw that in me compassion, kindness, and politeness, traits that are in me because Jesus dwells in me. I prayed that they would always see Christ in me as I did my tasks and showed friendliness toward them.

Uh, oh! Here comes the Enemy!

Another sickness came upon me: pneumonia. I lost my voice and I was in such pain that I had to be excused again for a couple of weeks. Because I was having trouble breathing and had severe pains in my chest I thought I was going to die, which made me sad because I didn’t want to sleep yet. Thinking that maybe I was going to die I drew closer to God in prayer and asked Him to save me from the sickness I was going through.

The good news is I didn’t die. The medication that was given to me helped me get better. Soon I was back to work.

More duties were given to me and I learned to be faster with my tasks. God had blessed me abundantly. I began to realize the truth of the verse: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

The other workers would come in occassionally and try to give me a hard time but when that happened I would pray for strength and ignore them. God had sent me to the nursing home and I was not going to give up. When Satan tried to get me down God would always lift me up with wonderful encouragements.

Then I received a third sickness: GERD, and this one was more painful than the pneumonia.
I tried working with it because I didn’t want to lose more time but the pain would get so excruitating that I would have to stop what I was doing and sit down.

I ended up being away from work for another two weeks. And I’m afraid that this may be the end of my job.

Before I took the two weeks off I was getting slow with my tasks {mostly because of the pain} and I also made a foolish mistake that got the boss very upset. I didn’t hurt any of the people in my care but I almost wrecked a machine that the boss had invested lots of money in. I knew better because I operated that machine hundreds of times. I just wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment.
The boss is going to give me two weeks to prove that I can work there and if I fail I may lose my job. He’s a good Christian man and he really wants me there to work for him, and I hope I’ll make it. But now I wonder if I will. This is a very hard time for me. It’s almost like Satan is winning this battle. I’ve been praying and comforting myself with God’s Word and devotionals but I’m still nervous.
I realized during this time that there are some changes I need to make personally, like not getting defensive so much or making it easy for the Enemy and his minions to discourage me from the mission field that God has assigned me.

I pray that when I go back to the nursing home that it won’t be the end, it’s been a gret blessing working there and to see how God can use a timid and shy person to make a difference in the lives of other people.

Fellow Christians and friends, I ask that you’ll please keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I go through this moment of uncertainty.

I was born in 1980 at 6.00 p.m. in a hospital called Adolph Cisse, in a lovely multicultural city called Pointe Noire. My home city is the economic heart of the Republic of Congo, a Central African nation with a population of about 3.000.000 people. Pointe Noire is well known as one of the most exciting tourist attractions in Central Africa, due to its beautiful beaches and blue sea.

I was born a normal child; There were no problems whatsoever either during my mum’s pregnancy, or at my birth.
My mum was a nurse and Catholic woman; she was a believer in God, whereas my dad, an engineer for train companies, was a confirmed atheist.

As children, we had more affection for our mum, as she was always there and cared the most for us. She made a smaller salary than our dad make, but spent four times more on us. She taught us all our basic life principles, including the meaning of life and the importance of finding good friends, and instructed us about the bad effects of taking drugs. She also cautioned us against engaging in sex before marriage and becoming gang members. All her teachings stemmed from her religious background—whereas our dad was rarely at home, always away.

My dad was more focused on his job than his family. Drinking was what he mostly spent his money on; he could and did spend even days without seeing his children. He was a truly irresponsible man, and so we grew up as if we did not have a father.

I was a quiet but thoughtful child. I felt I had an average family, in the sense that we were able to go to school and have what other kids had. As with any family, we had our own issues and struggles—but for us, things were worse. For some reasons I could not understand, our neighbours were always against us, always attacking us—not because we were an average family, but because they hated us for some reason.

We were persecuted so often; people constantly came to our house to fight with us, wanting to argue. Others even wanted our deaths…and we could never understand the reasons behind all this. These attacks made us feel rejected and abandoned, causing us grow up with fear as a constant companion.

Nevertheless, every time anybody in our neighbourhood tried to attack us, somehow God always delivered us. My mother did not have a lot of knowledge about the Word of God, but she always had faith in Him.
I started going to Church early in 1992, because our mother wanted her children to know about God.

This is the story of my salvation:
From the age of twelve, I loved the things of God. At this stage, however, I did not have any personal relationship with God; all I knew was that going to Church was part of our customs. I did not always enjoy attending the services, but my brothers and sisters did. There were times when I just went to Church to please my mother. There were times when I slept during the service; my mother would wake me up, and I would not even remember what had happened during the service.

Even though I went to Church, I always felt empty inside; I knew that there was something missing. However, one sunny day in the dry season of 1992, a young Christian named Mito came to me holding a Bible in his hand. He spoke to me about the Lord, reading the Word from the Book of John 3: 16: “For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life.”

He told me that the Lord loved me, and He wanted to save my life. I told him not to come back to teach me the word of God again, or I would harm him. However, what I did not know was that God was sending him to minister to me. Despite me telling him so, he was at my house the next day with his Bible again, telling me that Jesus loved me and He had a plan for me; and this time he even invited me to visit his Church.
I therefore decided to attend his Church, just to please him. At that stage, I was still young; I did not know why I had to go to Church, or why I had to attend Bible study. For me, all this was for fun. I had more fear of men than of God. There were times when I used to hide myself away from the people of the Church whenever I did something wrong. I also had more passion for the Church than God did. I could talk about my local Church all day long, more than I ever did about Christ.

Because I felt empty inside and did not have the Holy Spirit within me, one day I decided to leave the Church and go back to the world. I made friends with all sort of people, the kind who carried knives and occupied themselves with smoking, drinking and clubbing. I compromised my values and conscious by joining in with all the juicers, drugs users and the immoral for acceptance.

I found out that I had friends as long as I was in the midst of them accepting what they were doing, though all the while I was slowly destroying my mind and running away from the purpose of God. Then I wanted some love from friends to medicate my pain but all I received was false and hypocritical relationship. Nevertheless, there’s still something in me that always told me that it was wrong to do what I was doing, and that I should not be in such environment; but because of my rebellious heart, I continued that way.

Then, early in 1994, I woke up one morning and realized that I was having problems with my eyes. When I went to consult the doctor, he told me after diagnostics that I had a disease called hypermetropia—a sickness that caused all sort of troubles with vision, brain and nerves. It even started to affect my studies and the rest of my life. I began to wonder: what else should I do in life? There were moments when I thought there was nothing else I could do, because I had chronic pains and was obviously not able to perceive the light. Due to that infirmity, I chose to disconnect myself from my friends and because of some issues and struggles in our home, I felt rejected and lonely all the time and sometimes found myself sobbing while walking down the street.

I could not make the simplest decisions anymore, even supermarket shopping felt overwhelming. The routine that I used to know had gone and I felt lost. My interaction with other people had suffered and I felt less able to communicate effectively.
Yes, I tried almost everything a young person could try, and came up empty and lonely and my conscious was still saying that something was not right. I woke up drenched in sweat and felt lethargic most of the time. I had always been described as ` `outgoing`, ` confident`, `bubbly`. However, it seemed to me there was nobody to talk with about the reality of my life. However, I just wanted my life to return to some normality.
Then In May 1994, I woke up one day and said: “God, if you are real and if you can hear me, why can’t you heal me? If you really love me, why am I suffering this way?” Because I could not find an answer and my condition was getting worse, I made up my mind to commit suicide. The fact that I was not getting any better caused me to become hateful of God; I even took all the Bibles from our home and thrown them away.

On 31st of December 1996, as I was still struggling with the pain, I definitely made up my mind to commit suicide. The same day, as I was sitting outside our home, I suddenly saw the same young Christian, Mito, coming towards me. I remember that it was about 7 p.m. He gave me a leaflet to attend the New Year’s evening all-night prayer service in his Church. He did not know what I intended to do in my heart that same night but I thank God that he did come to minister to me once again—otherwise, I could not have been alive today, writing to you at this very moment!

I know one thing: because it was God’s time, I did not resist that invitation. I even went to search for those Bibles that I had thrown away. We went to his Church. It was very crowded and the service was very long. At some point, the pastor preached a word of salvation for an hour; and just at the end of his sermon, he asked people to confess their sins and invite God into their hearts as their personal Lord and saviour. Amazingly, I was the last person to stand up in front of the whole congregation. It`s on that very moment that I confessed my sins, my wrong-doings and mistakes and finally asked the Lord to come into my life as my personal Lord and Saviour.

I cannot express the emotions I felt that night; my eyes were full of tears of joy, and my heart was touched because of the presence of the Holy Ghost that filled me. I got saved; I was born again! I am a new creature in Christ Jesus. Praise God. Amen!

The Bible says: “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold all things are become new.” (2 Cor. 5:17)

Dear reader, does any of this ring a bell? If so, let me tell you clearly that there is an answer to every questions of your life. God our creator has designed us and knows our needs and problems. He has given each of us the freedom to either love and obey Him or turn away from Him. Sadly, we all have chosen sin, to rebel against His commands, and all the result is physical and spiritually death (Genesis 2:17). Spiritual death ultimately brings separation from God forever, away from the only source of everlasting love. In order to have joy and peace, we must be reconciled to God!

God has done His part: “ God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us” ( Romans 5:8).

Jesus Christ suffered the death penalty for you when He died on the cross in your place and mine. He rose from the dead the third day, and is now alive forever (See 1Corinthians 15 :1-4). He asks you to come to Him. “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are laden, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28). God has cleared the way for you to come to Him. He offers you love, acceptance, forgiveness, peace, and eternal, joyous life with Him.

I tried all the other ways; maybe you, too. Now it is time for you to fulfil your purpose and begin a loving, eternal relationship with God by seeing your need of Jesus and trusting Him to forgive all your sins. When you do this, you will be spiritually “born again”, and begin to experience “life more abundantly” (John 3; 10; 15:11). For this time, you will also be equipped for true happiness and satisfaction which come from knowing and following God or from aligning your will to His (Psalm 16:11; 144:15).
“For whatsoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved” (Romans 10:13). The word call means to appeal to Him. You do the calling and He will do the saving. Eternal life is free, a gift from God through Jesus Christ (Romans 6:23).

You can live out the same experience of salvation today if you open your heart to receive Jesus Christ as your Lord and personal Saviour. God`s arms are opened wide to receive you if you make up your mind to surrender unto Him.
Today is the day for salvation; I invite you to make Jesus Christ the Lord of your life.
If you are willing to make Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour, you can do this prayer right now…

Prayer of Salvation
“O Lord God, I come to you in the name of Jesus Christ .
Your word says,“…Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved” (Acts 2:21)
I repent of my sins
Let your blood wash away my sins
I ask Jesus to come into my heart, to be the Lord of my life
I make him my personal saviour
I receive eternal life into my spirit
I declare that I am saved; I am born again; I am
a child of God and a new creature in Christ!
I now walk in consciousness of my new life in Christ Jesus. Amen!
Congratulations! You are now a Child of God

Medyt,

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John 16:24
Until now you have not asked for anything in my name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete.
I feel like I don’t know where to start…how did tings get this bad?  I guess I will start with confession.  Many people go through things and blame or see fault in others immediately but I know that I must first confess to the most high God and repent of all of my sins.  God pllllleeeaaasseee forgive ME Lord!

There was a time where I was proud and built up in money and self…well let me tell you that no one can strip you like God.  When he says, eneough is enough, you better listen.  I did have signs – true Christians telling me what would happen if I didn’t spend more time with my husband, value him more, honor him more.  Boy where they right.  I was cold an distant for a while.  I just thought about my needs and drreams for our marriage.  I didn’t truely open myself to his needs as a man.  I thought well why should I satisfy him and make him happy when he isn’t making me happy.  All  the devil and his workers on this Earth need to see is a crack in a door opening and they will move full steam ahead!  I give no glory or space to the devil.  he is a defeated foe and NO MATTER THE FINAL OUTCOME – I KNOW THAT MY GOD CAN AND WILL DO ANYTHING HE PLEASES FOR HIS GLORY!

When my husband reached out to me after being so closed, I was closed.  When I saw that he was leaving me, abandoning ship, I reached out to him…he was/is/seems to be closed.  His heart seems to be of stone.  He actually told me that I don’t get to have it my way because I now want children and a happy home.  Part of what he says about me turning around at the 11h hour is true  but guess what, God still wants to get the Glory out of this situation.

I say I feel like I don’t know what to do or say but I do.  I know I must pray, fll on my face before God- for direction, guidance, love, emotional fulfillment and complete surrender.  Why does it seem so hard to pray at a time where I need God most?  I have been a Christian all my life, now more real but still not perfect.  Why can’t I get it together?  It’s that I know the way and truely try to live in God’s teachings everyday.  The wadges of sin are death – this is sooo true – I must remember that the gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus.

Deuteronomy 8:2
And thou shalt remember all the way which the LORD thy God led thee these forty years in the wilderness, to humble thee, and to prove thee, to know what was in thine heart, whether thou wouldest keep his commandments, or no

I just have to do right, I just have to lift up a standard for Jesus.  No matter the outcome as long as his will be done.  I love my husband and I didn’t tell him that enough until now.  We were married 5 years.  He moved out Feb. 9, 2009.   He divorced me June 1, 2009.  I was traveling around the world working and spending money.  Taking us on lavish trips and shopping sprees and complaining about the income he wasn’t making.  He was a bit too comfortable with me being the earner but he was with me as I was acting like head cheif!!!  What a foolish mistake.  Now we are not together BUT – we still attend church together every Sunday.  He comes to my family affairs.  He loves my mom.  I didn’t realize my ways until it was soo far off.  I looked at his cell phone and saw he was communicating with other woman.  I was devastated.  Many would say I drove him to that.  Actually, that doesn’t matter, what matters is that I do love him STILL but out communication is glearingly broken/wounded and only God can work this out if it is in his will!

DO you ever feel like you need a sign or to truely hear from the Lord like NOW!!!  wELL i GUESS that is me.  I am right hear now God and I know you have seen it all and I know you love and care for me.  Please help me and show me the way.  For 2 years now I tried to work it out or work on it – be silent – keep smiling while crying for about a year.  I just need an answer to this long suffering.  I do see my ways.  I know that I too must turn from all evil in vanity and pride.  I am at the lowest place in my life.  I know that you are here with me holding me.  I’m not even walking at this point – it is you that are carrying me.  Help Lord, please help.  For my testimony and for your glory – your will be done.  That is all I can say.  I love you Jesus and I know you love me and will never leave me or forsake me.  Thank you for being there for me -  through it all.  Thank you!

Well, keep me in your prayers and I will pray for you. Please also pray for my ex-husband/my husband?  Only God knows the outcome.  He is thinking about not coming to church anymore.  We all know he needs to assemble himself around true Christians, even if it is not at the church I attend.   All of our issues are just right for God.  His has the answer to all of our perplexities.  He knows us through and through and is waiting for us to confess, be sincere and turn it over to him completely.  It’s yours Lord.

My wife suffered a ruptured brain aneurysm on Oct 5th 2009. Came out of nowhere. It was as good as 99% over. I begged the surgeons to do the clipping operation, even though I was told she would be paralysed and suffer from brain damage. We just moved to Norway a few months earlier (both English) and had plans to start a small buisness. We did that. We also have a son, who was 5 at the time this happened. I had no family support here but naturally, my parents and in-laws promptly arrived. I was devasted and was emotionally out of control.

The first 2 weeks were awful. There were many times when she almost went. Vaspospams. Lung infection. High temperature. Stroke. She was only 42 and I was just 38. Been married for 10 years and we had everything going for us; I love my wife and son and yet everything was falling apart. I become emotional and extremely sad when I think back to that day… and the evening before when we were both watching a dvd and had planned the following day ahead.

Nearly one month in an induced coma. Woke up but had all the text-book symptoms. Paralysed on her left side. Unable to speak. Unable to drink or eat. Confused and staring into space. I spent nearly everyday crying… seeing my princess in this weakened state. After a few weeks she smiled when I entered her hospital room. Her longterm memory was okay; she squeezed my hand, using her ‘good’ right hand when answering my questions. Eventually I had to tell her as she wispered for information. I will never forget her face when I told her. The tears and heartache.

Her short term memory was shot too pieces. Cognitive deficts were severe. She went to a reabilitation centre. She was aprt from me and our son for 6 months. We made regular visits each week (ywice a week) and had to drive an 8 hour return journey. My business struggled to keep going. It was awful having our son see his mum this way and to answer his questions.

Time passed and she can now walk without any aid and can speak to about 80% of her normal volume. 9 months on and she has only just had the feeding tube removed. She is thin and weak but can drink and eat. Her left arm is slowly getting better and she has come a long way. Her cognitive deficits remain the challenge and she suffers badly from a lack of concentration, attention, judgement, initiative, perception of time, problem solving, forgetting things and even motivation. She is extremely tired ever so quickly.

I am grateful for her survival and I could live with the time told to me for her to slowly improve. Maybe even 5 years. But… I ws just told that she has another aneuysm on her left side! Only very small… 3mm and that this became known the day after the rupture back in October. I never knew. The experts say it hasn’t grown and that monitoring is the best policy for now.

I know she has another ‘time bomb’. Treatment might harm her much more and leaving it is also a bad option. I cannot tell her (not yet, anyway). It will destroy her reabilitation. It will totally sink her. The risk is 1-2% per year of rupture because she now has ‘history’. I can’t go through this again.

Please, please help us by praying for her. Her name is Michele. She is a wonderful wife and mother and I just do not understand why this has happened to her. I want the other aneuysm to just dissappear. I want her back. I want to see her happy. I feel so bad for her and I will do anything to make her feel good.