May 2nd, 2016
When I was 15 years old, I was looking forward to starting my first year in high school but unfortunately God had other plans for me. That year I started having so many complications with my stomach and was eventually diagnosed with ulcerative colitis and had to have the majority of my colon removed; I missed my whole 10th grade year of school.
During this process of staying in the hospital for several months just for recovery, I turned to reading my word and started going to the chapel to pray. Mind you that I was a very stubborn teenager and rebellious towards my parents so this was not in my character to do, turning to God that is. I completely decided to give my life to the Lord and sought him diligently for deliverance and a swift recovery.
One day I was in the chapel praying and God sent his servant in to give me a word that was much needed and soon after I was discharged from the hospital. I made a vow to God that I would tell of his goodness all over the land and whenever I was given the opportunity; God is truly still on the throne because I was supposed to die in this process. The doctors initially did not know what to diagnose me with because my symptoms were so rare but to God be the glory, I was diagnosed and healed by the power of the true and living God.
So whatever you may be facing in your life today, dry your tears and be encouraged in this dark hour of life and know that He sits high and he looks low in whatever it is that you may be going through. Seek Him and you will find Him! I am a living witness.
April 11th, 2016
Hi. I’m a 19 year old lady and this is actually my first time to write here and share to the world my experience.
As most stories would say, I fell in love. That was 3 years ago. Yeah, I know. I was too young for that. But unlike any other love stories, ours was just considered as, somehow, a puppy love. For the record, we never committed any pre-marital impurities. We were just two kids who thought that love was ours.
However, things started to change when I found out that he has already entered a serious relationship… with someone else. I freaked out. I was so confused that time. I thought we were in-love, but it turns out that I only fell for his flowery words. His promise that he would wait for me after I graduate (which would be this coming June 2016) was still something for me…even though I know that I should not hold on to that promise anymore.
Until now, he is in that relationship with that same girl. I want to be happy for them and I am trying really hard. What I did to move on with my life was to focus on God’s promise for me. 2 months from now I will be graduating from college with a cum laude standing. I believe He has better plans for me and a better man in store for me. Sometimes, life kicks me saying that I will never find that guy, but hey, I have a God who is bigger than my fears. I believe that Jesus is still doing the impossible.
So, for all the young people out there, just focus on the things that really matter. Don’t get too excited about love. Don’t get too caught up with the wrong people. Focus on your goals, focus on your studies, and more importantly, focus on God. He made me happier that ever before. To Jesus all the glory!
April 10th, 2016
Hello Christian people and lovers of God,
I grew impotent after years of chronic masturbation this got me down and made me lose a lot of friends because I stopped being socially active. I became very lonely and hopeless,then one day I decided to cast all my cares unto God because as a child my mum had taught me the christian way so I began a 40 days penance and prayers to God almighty to heal me after the prayers were complete there wasn’t a sign of healing so I taught nothing happened and I just got disappointed but nevertheless believed in Gods time and process.
After about three months I started seeing signs and I can tell you that the grace of God have brought me from little to no erection to a steady erection that lasts enough. I want to use this medium to tell anyone out there who feels down and hopeless and feels his or her case is impossible to trust in God and cast all their troubles at Jesus’ feet he will make the impossible possible if you just believe no matter what and ask him in prayer through faith, you’re blessed in Jesus name, amen
April 10th, 2016
I’m here to thank the Lord because my new student visa has been approved. God still has plans for me in Australia particularly in Tully. Thank you all for your prayers. God is awesome. Thank you Jesus!
April 5th, 2016
This is my first time doing something like this so forgive me if I do it all wrong. I have felt compelled to share my testimony for a very long time now and I finally found the place to do it. I truly believe that everyone’s testimony is crucial because there are always tons of people out there that can relate to your specific story.
Here goes mine…
As a child, I didn’t grow up in a Godly household necessarily. Don’t get me wrong, I had an absolutely amazing childhood filled with love and support. My parents simply believed in letting me decide my faith and beliefs on my own. They always made sure I knew they would love and support me no matter what.
I remember being really young and even then I knew that God was real and that I wanted to be a Christian. I didn’t truly understand my feelings then, but I remember being on my knees praying to God every night and when I got done praying, I would kiss a cross necklace that hung on my bed post. As I got older, I still did those things from time to time. I would pray whenever I needed a little extra help from God. I didn’t really know Him at all though. But I wanted to.
I went through high school, college, and my early 20’s depending on worldly things to get me through each day rather than depend on God. I was a sex addict and an alcoholic. I placed my value on those things, too. If I could score my next hook-up, I was proud of it. I drank all throughout the days.
All I did was work day in and day out. I never saw my husband. I was so numbed by the sex and alcohol that nothing else even mattered to me. I still remember in that time frame knowing that I was a good person deep down though. I felt emotions so strongly. I could never bring myself to not help the people around me. Yet, I spent most of my time hurting the people I loved most.
It wasn’t until I hit complete rock bottom that I FINALLY found God. It took a while, but it finally happened. I had been through an affair where I was the offender, I had been hurt and used by friends, I had been through abuse, manipulation, and rape, I dropped my position at work, my family went through turmoil outside of my problems, I found out I had lost a baby again in the very early stages of pregnancy, I was battling migraines that lasted weeks at a time, and the list goes on. You get the idea. I was at my absolute lowest. I was suffering SEVERE depression, SEVERE anxiety, and SEVERE bipolar tendencies. I felt absolutely hopeless.
I prayed to God every single day to fix my life. Every day. And it seemed like nothing at all was coming of it. I almost gave up to be honest. But one day, God answered one little prayer that triggered my faith journey. I remember it as clear as a bell. I was laying in the tanning bed and I had been battling the absolute worst migraine spell. I prayed to God in that tanning bed and begged him to just take the migraine away. That’s all I wanted right then in that moment. I woke up the next morning and my migraine was gone. I went throughout my day gun-shy that a migraine was going to make it’s appearance at any moment.
It never did. Guys, I was so grateful to God for answering that one prayer that I finally began to start my process for real. I started reading The Bible every single day. I did daily devotionals. I prayed with all my might. That one answered prayer created a domino effect for me that still hasn’t stopped. I started learning and growing every single day. God proved himself to me so many times in ways that you absolutely could not deny it was God.
My beloved husband had always thought the same way about God that I did. We questioned Him. But even he was absolutely blown away by the things that would happen to me. I prayed that God would give me an opportunity to get another part-time job so that I could help pay the bills but still be home and be a wife.
The very next day, my boss offered me a part-time office job which allowed me to stay working at the same place. I prayed during the holidays for financial help because between the holidays and losing my full-time position at work, I was broke and couldn’t afford to pay the car and loan payment at my credit union. The next day, I got a letter in the mail from my credit union telling me they were going to waive my car and loan payments for that month for being such a loyal customer. I prayed that He would help me to find a car that was more affordable and dependable. I ended up getting a car that had every single bell and whistle I wanted, plus some. They financed the car with the exact payment amount I told them I could pay for after they told me there was no way they could do it. On top of that, they made it to where I didn’t have to make my first payment for 3 months.
I was making half or less of the money I was used to making at that time, and somehow not one bill went unpaid. I can tell you now, that looking back, it doesn’t make much worldly sense how that was possible. It was God.
After that, I began realizing the power of prayer and using it. I have ALWAYS had a gift with people. I have always been able to read people very quickly. I can learn a lot about someone just by being in their presence for a small amount of time. Not just as an intuition, but spiritually and emotionally as well.
I can feel things strongly for other people. When someone is in pain, happy, sad, angry… I can feel those emotions very strongly for them. I have always noticed that people gravitate to me naturally. I never even had to try or reach out. It just happened. I know now that that is because that is my gift from God. God’s job for me is to use that gift to spread His love and understanding to all the people I can.
I guess you could say I have used it to become a Christian counselor and prayer warrior if you will. I began praying for every single person that I knew needed a prayer. I would reach out to people I knew needed someone to reach out to them, even though I couldn’t really tell you how I knew some of them needed someone to reach out. That’s how I learned how God communicates with you. You can literally feel it in your heart and conscience. He gives you a drive to do something that He wants you to do, and when you really have Him in your heart, you cannot deny it. You just do it without overthinking every little thing like you used to.
Pride, insecurity, worry… it’s not there when you’ve got God. It’s just love. He communicates with you in so many ways, but the way it began for me was actually with The Bible. I would grab my Bible and pray for Him to lead me to the message He wanted me to have that day and then I would open my Bible and it would be there plain as day. My husband got to witness that quite a few times. It’s an amazing way to feel God’s love and presence and I still do it and recommend it to this day.
My entire perspective on life has changed. The things I used to live for don’t even matter to me now. Everywhere I look, I see God. His love is so overwhelming and remarkable. Nature, loved ones, laughter… literally everything good is from God. Jesus is love. Jesus suffered for me… imagine that! He loved his enemies with His whole heart, He forgave them all, He gave us the teachings we need to know Him and live a happy life, He defeated death, and He did all this so this I could be with Him in Heaven one day. Not just me, but you and everyone that accepts him as their Lord and Savior. I cannot wrap my brain around how anyone could possibly not believe. I used to understand completely, but now God is so obviously everywhere. Everywhere I look is His love. I pray that everyone gets to feel that glory and infinite love of Jesus Christ.
The feeling of knowing that one day you will be in Heaven with Jesus surrounded by endless love and salvation… man what a feeling. Overwhelming. I can’t wait. My journey has only begun, but without God, I am nothing and I will share my testimony as much as possible if it means bringing people out of the pits of Hell and into salvation. I pray that this testimony will help someone take the first step towards the glory of God. Bless you all.
“So the opportunity is still there for some to enter and enjoy God’s rest. But those who first heard the good news about it did not enter, because they did not obey. So God planned another special day. It is called today. He spoke about that day through David a long time later using the words we quoted before: If you hear God’s voice today, don’t be stubborn.”
–Psalm 95:7-8 Hebrews 4:6-7
“I don’t mean that I am exactly what God wants me to be. I have not yet reached that goal. But I continue trying to reach it and make it mine. That’s what Christ Jesus wants me to do. It is the reason he made me his. Brothers and sisters, I know that I still have a long way to go. But there is one thing I do: I forget what is in the past and try as hard as I can to reach the goal before me. I keep running hard to the finish line to get the prize that is mine because God has called me through Christ Jesus to life up there in heaven.”
April 4th, 2016
Summer of 2015 everything started to crash for me. After disobeying God for a while, after beating myself up for my painful past I started to emerge into a new trial I guess, Depression & Chronic Pain. The doctors do not know whats causing my Chronic pain, joint pain and stiffness. Its getting worst and worst. I can barely type.
Last spring, there I was; a almost very healthy 25 year old female. Now, I feel like a very unhealthy, 90 year old slowly dying person …. I am having a hard time coping. My arms/legs are getting worse. I’ve asked god to please help me, over and over again. I am losing hope.
April 3rd, 2016
It all started in the seventh grade; I weighed about 110 pounds that was the first time my mother told me I needed to start losing weight.
I did not understand how big of an impact this one event would have on the rest of my life. At that point I was skinny and healthy, but to please my mom I started running and I felt good. Eventually, I did lose weight which pleased my mom for the time being however it only got worse from there. Instead of losing weight I gained it I went from 110 to 125 from seventh grade to eighth grade and it was this year that started the trail of events that would lead to my demise.
Gaining weight was a common problem for me which caused my mother to yell at me and look down at me even more. In doing this I would not eat in front of her, but when I was alone I would binge on anything I could find, cheese, cereal, grapes, or anything.
In ninth grade my family had made the decision to move to Florida, which I was excited about at the time. Then one day came along after we had moved out of my house and were living with my aunt and my mom told me that if I did not lose 10 pounds before we moved I could not dance. Dance had been my life it was my passion and the only thing that made me feel good about myself, I could not lose it.
Later, I was crying all by myself because I had no idea how to lose all of that weight… that was the first time I made myself throw up. It felt so good, it made me feel skinny again. From that day on my mom started checking my weight every single morning and I started losing weight, only because I was making myself sick.
However, it made me feel happy and pretty and most of all it pleased my mom to see me lose weight. I told no one, no one knew about my secret obsession of going to the bathroom after every meal and vomiting up every bit. No one knew the mental pain I was in, not even myself. Once we moved to Florida things got worse. I started gaining weight again, which made me throw up more.
Then one day over the summer my mom caught me in the act. I had a little talk with my parents about how I had not been doing it that long when in reality I had been doing it for over 2 months. It blew over and I did stop making myself sick, until my mom started telling me I looked bloated again. So, of course, I started making myself sick again. I was so depressed and lonely, I did not have a single person to talk to, no one knew about my life and no one believed me when I told them how cruel my mother treated me.
Then, come February and my parents asked me if I was still making myself sick and at first I lied and told them I was not, but eventually caved in and told them the truth. They did not understand why a girl with such a “great life” could do this and be so unhappy. I wish I could have told them how much my mother’s words hurt me and how much I hated myself. They signed me up with a group called Blue Horizons that was supposed to help with my eating disorder, mentally it did, physically it did not. They made me eat a lot of food in order to get my metabolism back up to speed, which only caused my mother to make even more comments about the weight I was gaining.
Then, a new problem was brought up my social skills, so not only was my mom telling me I was fat but also unsocial. Every aspect of my life she hit with negative words. I continued going to Blue Horizons for one month, my parents believed I was better and pulled me from the program.
I did not make myself sick for a month or two after that. But then my mom came back at me with even more crueler and self-hating comments about my weight. She was even told me I look pregnant, that was the day I stood up for myself after she called me pregnant in the middle of eating I screamed NO and ran to my room and locked the door, she cracked my door trying to kick it in. I had never thought so hard about killing myself.
Things escalated from there, I tried to avoid looking in the mirror and did not talk to my mom because all she ever talked about was how ugly or fat I looked. My confidence level went so down I hated myself for not being able to please my mother, all I wanted to hear from her was “I am so proud of you.” I continued making myself sick without anyone knowing.
Then, I went to a summer camp provided through my Christian youth group where they did something called “Real Talk,” where young adults talked about their troubles they had as teenagers. One of the women there talked about her life, and it was identical to mine from her relationship with her mother to the way she thought of herself. I had the chance to talk with her about her experiences and she changed the way I looked at things she taught me that “God made me for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” This was the most amazing thing I had ever heard because God made me the way I am so I need to love myself. I felt semi-confident and knew I could get better because I had God on my side.
But when I got home and told my mom the quote this woman shared with me she took it as God gave me this body so I need to take care of it, meaning that I needed to lose weight still. Everything got worse from there, my mom and I fight almost every day.
Now I weigh about 150 pounds and I hate myself more and more each day. I wish that my mother could just understand how harmful her words are to me. I have not loved myself for a long time now. I haven’t been happy for a long time now, and I can never see it getting better. I do not throw up as much anymore, however, I do have slip ups which just make me hate myself more.
I can never see a day where I will look in the mirror and am happy with what I see. My life just seems to be getting worse every time it could get better. All I want is my mom’s approval which is something I don’t think I will ever receive. I need to be happy for myself. I am in 12th grade now and am almost out of my house for good, hopefully I will be able to gain confidence in my college years and see a new light that I deserve.
Thank you for reading.
March 23rd, 2016
(If you are going through something like this, I know you would
understand. All thought we all handle crisis our own way. If not,
please don’t judge me without first walking a few miles in my shoes.)
For the first time it feels like I’m ready to tell my story,
well at least the ending part…standing at a new beginning
in my life, trusting my all to God, I can’t help but look back
and thank God for the last year of my life. Yes it hurts like
nothing before, but I have never felt so close to the Lord like
I opened what I never should have opened, in front of me all
the websites my (then) hubby was registered on. All offering
NSA sex. It stands for No-strings-attach sex, had to Google the
meaning of the word! List and list of names of women he
have spent the night or an hour or two with was all I could see.
I called my parents, told them what I’ve seen. Disconnected the
computer and went to watch a home movie with my three lovely
kids…I just went on as if nothing has happened.
It went on like this for some time. Almost like I was typing information
on a keyboard but the cable was disconnected to my brain and heart
processor. I soon discovered that my husband was sleeping with any
woman who was willing to, no matter her race, weight, age or looks.
If he couldn’t find a lady willing to do it for free, he would go to a prostitute.
I discovered that he even cheated on me several times while I was waiting
willingly for him in our hotel room.
The not so high credit card was maxed out. The credit card he got in the mail
and was planning on closing immediately, was also almost full. He didn’t use
protection and the changes of me having aids were very good. In a split second
my whole world was turned upside down. But it still did not hit home, I even
told all of this to my closest girl friend without crying.
When the keyboard cable was finally connected, the information was too much
to process and the whole system just shut down. I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep,
I did nothing! Taking care of the kids was too much for me, getting dress wasn’t
An option (clean PJ’s would have to do) and who cares about the house or garden
when your life just ended. I died that day!
If you never have been there, don’t even try to imagine how it feels. No words
can ever describe the pain. I was one of the lucky ones, I had so many people
helping and supporting me, but most important thing they did was: PRAY FOR
ME! I could feel God’s presence all the time, even when all I had to offer was
tears. God never left me alone for even a second.
Today I writing this as a divorced (I did pray about it for a long time) lady,
(by the way aids free) starting over, knowing that God is all I really need.
One thing I take with me from this pain is living one day at a time.
Grasping the day with both hands and cherishing all the little moments.
Thank you Lord, You never let go of me…
March 21st, 2016
I grew up in a Christian family home attending Crossroads Community Church in Vancouver, WA but then we stopped going because my dad had to work Sundays, my mom didn’t force religion on my siblings and I as kids but quite frankly I wish she would have because I am the only one who has come to Christ, my sisters and brother have different beliefs.
In high school I was sinning left and right, listening to bad music, addicted to pornography, never had a girlfriend, never went to any school dances, I didn’t have many friends and got beat up a lot so that lead to depression, thoughts of suicide but never did anything about it, but then God blindsided me and changed my life forever, I was not seeking Him but He was seeking me…
2000, I was in a rollover accident, since then I gave up the bad music, gave up the porn and graduated high school in 2002 but yet still didn’t follow Christ like I should have.
2005 I got my first girlfriend and she got me to start going to a Catholic church with her and her family, that lasted for about 2 years until she cheated on me with her ex-boyfriend who came up from CA and proposed to her while she was with me and she said yes. So I left her, left the church and then asked her best friend if she want to come check out a new church with me and she said yes.
It was our first time being at Living Hope Church, they rented out the Rose Garden Arena for Easter Baptisms in 2007, I remember it like it was yesterday. We were sitting in the floor seats and Pastor John Bishop said
“Don’t wait, come just as you are.”
So I turned to Amy and I said okay I am doing it, I got up out of my seat, took a leap of faith and when I got in the pool to be baptized the worship team started singing a song called “Only God.”
Ever since then I was hooked, I love Living Hope so much that the very next day I went to the main campus and volunteered, I love to serve and to help others, that is what I do for work right now, I am a caregiver. I love getting to minister to my clients and pray with them during my shifts.
God saved my life from my rollover accident so I am giving my life back to him and becoming a pastor. God has blessed me with a great job and a beautiful wife for last 6 years and I can’t wait to see what He will do next in our lives.
Go and make disciples!
March 17th, 2016
This morning a received a call from my doctor saying that I was positive for herpes. I’ve done a lot of online research and certain test are known to have a “grey area”. In this grey area it’s known to have a 3+% chance of a false positive. The area is anywhere between 1.1-3.5. My results were a 2.4.
I’m praying to God for healing. There is a test called the western blot that’s suppose to be the most accurate test for herpes but it cost $250+. I don’t know what to do. I don’t have anyone to talk to, but I was lead to this website when I was waiting for my results.
After seeing this I had faith and believed that everything would come out fine, but I still got a positive. People say you have to believe in your healing, well I did, and it still came out positive. I was in a 3 year relationship, but we are no longer together. I don’t know if I should try to tell the guy or wait until I take another test.
Obviously he doesn’t know he has it, but I’m not sure if it matters now since he’s in a relationship and has a family now. I have been celibate for a year and a half. I prayed that the lord would reward me for my faithfulness to him and the fact that I no longer lived in sin.
Please help. I’ve been praying I’ve been being faithful to God and today I get this news. I’ve had depression in the past and God freed me from that. How do I not go back to that place? How do I live life without thinking I’ll always be single and I’ll never get to have the children I want?
Now I’m thinking maybe it’s just not God’s plan for me. Maybe I’m just meant to focus on God until I die. And that’s not a bad thing either. So please just pray for me. My mind is all over the place. Please post any healing stories you have.