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In 1993 when I was 23 years old I had reached a very dark place in my life. I was working as a car valeter at lyme green business park and had reached the stage where the thought of spending another moment with myself and what was going on in my head was to much to bear. I remember looking out over towards the hills thinking I don’t think I can go on with this any more. It was at this point I felt something take hold of me. I dropped my bucket and sponge on the concrete forecourt and drove towards macc with no idea what I was doing. I parked and knew i was heading for st Michaels church on market place. A service was just ending and I sat at the back and people were walking past me as they left. The vicar came over and sat next to me and I said I needed help. I can’t remember the exact conversation but he went into the back and came out with a why Jesus booklet which i read enthusiastically. I said the prayer in the back and left.

I realize now that it was at that time the Lord was letting me know that he had found me as I was not looking for him and was showing me the way to a relationship with him. I read the prayer of salvation many times that night: please come into my life; I’m sorry and thank you but It wasn’t until 13 years later that I actually reached out and took the hand of my saviour and I felt I had been raised from the dead.

I just want to touch on those 13 years briefly. Even though the Lord had clearly shown me the way to him, I chose to go my own way. I didn’t understand grace or love, I didn’t really feel worthy. During that time it felt like Groundhog Day. I was constantly searching inside, I felt like the human version of google but no results were displayed. But consistently over that 13 year period I remember being reminded of what took place in that church and during that period of remembrance, whether it lasted a few minutes or an hour… it felt right, it felt outside of the world I was in and felt peaceful. I believe it was the Holy Spirit during these times reminding me of my need for Jesus and he was my only hope. But still I searched and ran from the one I should have run too.

To an onlooker, even someone close there would have been little evidence of my battle inside. I had my own Business, Good looking girlfriend, lots of money. I had been to and done most things this world has to offer. But beneath the surface I had nothing.

Money and events would offer temporary surreal hope: Holiday coming up; the weekend to get drunk only a couple of days away; a couple of grand in cash under the bed to count and of course the day was only leading up to night when marijuana would temporarily switch off the search engine…. Until the morning when it would return with avengence…… I need rescuing.

From the age of 16 I trained in agriculture and worked on various farms for the next 5 years. One farm I worked on had a large flock of sheep and full time shepherd. Often a sheep would need to be rescued and a competent shepherd will do all he can to rescue the sheep. At times a sheep would become tangled with barbed wire round its neck or stuck in a very inaccessible place and due to that animals struggle and inability to surrender to its rescuer it is sometimes impossible to save that animal. I think we are very much like sheep.

My time of rescue came in January 2006 when Maria desperately needed help . As I looked at her just in total need of help I knew there was no help of this world available. As I was saying to her the words “we need Gods help” I finally let go and surrendered and took the hand of the one who loves me, whose hand had been out and waiting all those years no condemnation only love. The search engine finally showed its result….1 result found in 1 second… i am with you.

I felt in an instance solid hope replacing desperation and peace replacing fear for the future and I knew things were going to change.

A couple of days later I got hold of a bible and read.

28 Jesus continued on his way to Jerusalem.
29When he came near Bethphage and Bethany at the Mount of Olives (as it was called), Jesus sent two of his disciples ahead of him. 30He said to them, “Go into the village ahead of you. As you enter, you will find a young donkey tied there. No one has ever sat on it. Untie it, and bring it. 31If anyone asks you why you are untying it, say that the Lord needs it.” 32The men Jesus sent found it as he had told them. 33While they were untying the young donkey, its owners asked them, “Why are you untying the donkey?” 34The disciples answered, “The Lord needs it.” 35They brought the donkey to Jesus, put their coats on it, and helped Jesus onto it. 36As he was riding along, people spread their coats on the road. 37By this time he was coming near the place where the road went down the Mount of Olives. Then the whole crowd of disciples began to praise God for all the miracles they had seen.
38They shouted joyfully, “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven, and glory in the highest heaven.”
39Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, tell your disciples to be quiet.” 40Jesus replied, “I can guarantee that if they are quiet, the stones will cry out.”

And these words became real and true to me no longer a story and I had revelation of a real god who is alive today and has the authority to forgive sin and wipe out guilt and rode on the back of a donkey for me.

A few weeks later I said my first real prayer with out any guilt really. I had been hopelessly addicted to smoking marijuana for 18 years and had tried in the past to stop with no successs at all. One night I asked God to help me give up. I had smoked cigarettes for 20 yrs I didn’t smoke again after that prayer. One week later I had my last joint and suffered none of the mental and physical withdrawal I had previously suffered.

The following times were amazing as God opened our eyes. Within a year I was married to Maria, we had bought a house and were expecting our first child.

I now know who I am and I didn’t know before. I no longer search at all. Yes life is hard at times but I know being in a relationship with my creator is the only thing that can ever fulfil.

Surrendering to God is amazing as only His way can satisfy. Jesus is the way the Truth and the Life. He is the Way back to God.

I want to thank Jesus the living God for rescuing me.

Andy

I came to  testify what the LORD has done for me. The LORD has not only delivered me but has also answered me more than what I ask of HIM.

Thanks to all  who has intercede on my behalf too. Therefore, I want to share the joy with you all – the goodness of our LORD JESUS.

I wanted my Dad to receive CHRIST as he was diagnosed with terminal illness.

My Dad eventually receive CHRIST before he left this world. Praise JESUS. Shortly, my mum also receive CHRIST after my Dad has went home to be with the LORD..

I also asked the LORD to save me as I incurred  a debt.

Throughout the ordeal, the LORD has sustain me. The LORD spoke and encourage me through a wonderful close friend.

My house which I bought doubled in value in six years. My wife and I  prayed and sold the house within a short period even during this economic uncertainty.

With the debts cleared, we have a surplus of more than what we incurred in debt.

Praise JESUS

I am getting baptized this coming Sunday, 25th Sept and I wanted to share my testimony with as many people as possible!!

I hadn’t always believed in God. Growing up I was brought up with Christian morals, I was taught the stories from the bible and we took part in the occasional carol service but we weren’t church goers.

A few times during my childhood and teen years, I became interested in Christianity but after a few weeks I’d become bored of it and stop again.

During my late teens and early 20’s I was doing what most people my age were doing, drinking too much, partying all night but I became miserable. I knew something was missing but I couldn’t work out what it was.

However there were good times too, I had my children, my son Thomas and my daughter Katie. When he was old enough I was looking for a toddler group for Thomas and saw that Bethel held one.

I was given a flyer for a ladies quiz night held here at the church, so I went along.

Now 2010 was NOT a good year and as the speaker was talking about how wonderful God was and how happy He made her, I felt myself getting angrier and angrier. After all if He was so great and loved us all, why was my life in complete tatters??!

At the end of the talk one of the ladies from the church mentioned there was a Christianity Explored course starting soon and because I was a bit emotional and scared at the time, my friend Jacquie asked for the details on my behalf saying maybe it would bring me some of the answers to my questions.

Before I knew it I had started going along to the course. There were two other ladies there Sharon, who most of you know and Claire, both of whom were and still are Christians. I got to the point where I wanted to believe but I still didn’t really get it.

A few weeks later I received yet another bit of bad news. It was quite late at night and everything was quiet. I couldn’t hold it in any more and I started crying my heart out.

Then in a split second, I breathed in to let another sob out, but instead I felt this amazing presence. It felt like I was being given a huge cuddle and I was being told everything was going to be alright, I just had to let go of my doubts and He would be there for me.

The Holy Spirit had actually come and sat with me in my hour of need!!

Of course, as I said, it was really late so I had to hold it all in while I grinned away, waiting for morning.

I saw Sharon at the school and told her everything that had happened and she was just as excited as I was. I continued with the course and saw everything with new eyes. Passages we had covered before had new meaning.

I also started going to church, where everyone was also really happy for me that I had found Jesus. And also really patient with my frequent, ‘I believe in Jesus, but what about…..’ Time and time again the advice was, pray for the answers. And everyone was right, I found them in Jesus.

I know now that He is always watching over me, guiding me and he will always be there, whether I think I need him or not.

I promise to dedicate my life to my Lord Jesus Christ, and to live my life as he wants me to. He is my world and even if times get hard, I can rest assured that He has my best interests at heart even if the journey there is a bit bumpy! Because even if I slip up, Jesus died for my sins on the cross, so I know I can stand up brush myself off and try again!

I love the way that God has planned my life out and brought me along this path, ultimately leading me to the church and to this day of my baptism.

He has saved me.

Hi to all my fellow brethren in Christ. I’m an 18 year old Roman Catholic boy from South Africa. This is my testimony of the various dreams/visions that I have had.

When I was around 7 years old I had a week where I had two distinct dreams.

Dream 1 : the dream started weirdly. I was sort of an observer but yet I could see my body next to that of my brother ( we shared a bed) but yet I was in spirit and viewing my body sleeping next to my brother. Then suddenly the room started to shake heavily like an earthquake and the bed split in half. It seemed like I was targeted as my body started to float and I tried to cry for help but my voice was muted. I was terrified as I sensed evil near me. The dream then ended and I woke up and ran to switch on the light so I could pray and then I went back to sleep

Dream 2(same week) : I believe this dream was a continuation of the first dream I had. The dream started differently this time. I was standing in front of seven demons ( bare in mind that I was 7years old this time) and I was so scared. They looked like men but I knew exactly what they truly were , demons. I rebuked them saying ” go away in Jesus name!”. I said this three times but all they did was laugh. I was scared because it didn’t seem to take effect on them at all. I then cried in a loud voice “JESUS!!!!” And then the room shook and Lord behold, our Lord Jesus heard my cry and came to my rescue and suddenly I became a baby in his arms and he protected me. The demons looked upset and took out a gun and attempted to kill Jesus and I but Jesus dodged the bullets and took me to safety . The dream ended there. I think the dream showed that I was under demonic attack in my first dream and that in this second dream I confronted theses demons and overcame them via the protection of our Lord. He truly is our saviour.

Dream 3 ( I was 17 when I had this dream) : I was wondering if the claims of islam worshiping our God were true. I was also wondering if muhammad was truly a prophet or a false prophet. I prayed for God to show the truth and my prayers were answered. The dream had a beautiful setting. I saw a group of christians in a beautiful garden and they were all surrounding Jesus. Then a muslim man ( muhammad I suspect) tried to reach Jesus but Jesus sternly rejected him and told muhammad to go away. Muhammad ended up weeping and Jesus went away with the group of believers. The dream ended there. I then realized that Islam is false and Jesus truly is the only way to heaven so now I pray for all muslims as they have been deceived by muhammad and the Quran . Pray for them too so that they may come to know Christ

Dream 4 ( I was 18 at the time, happened this year) : I really started to wonder about the rapture and judgement day a lot. I then always prayed that God would show me a vision of the end of days. God heard my prayers and gave me this dream

It started in a normal setting to me. I was at the top of my street talking to some people. It was around midday and it was a fairly warm day. Then suddenly it got dark and appeared to be nighttime. I then saw lights coming up out of the ground and rising to the sky. Then I looked to the west and behold, I saw a Cross in the night sky. This cross was so bright and these lights were rising to the cross.

Then I saw the heavens open and I saw the most beautiful light come from the heavenly clouds. It then said, “it’s th e day of judgement”. I then said in joy ” I believe in God!!” I then continued to look in the sky and this heavenly light started to resemble a throne with a man on it and it seemed he was the source of light. I then knew it was our Lord Jesus Christ. His glory was so overwhelming!!!

Jesus sitting on the throne, his face lit up with light, started to descend and angels surrounded him. His throne finally reached the end of my street and settled there. I was trapped in awe and joy for my God had finally come! I was now only around 200 meters away from my Lord and I was eager to meet him and be saved.

I began to run to him but it seemed like I was not gaining any ground. I then began to pray and ask God to send me an angel to carry me to Jesus for all my efforts to try run to him were all in vain. God heard my prayer and I then started to move at a super sonic like speed. However I was not moving my legs. An invisible angle was carrying me to Jesus.

However I knew that I would not reach Jesus unless I professed my faith in him. So I started to say the Nicene Creed aloud. This made me start moving even faster!!! Once I had completed the creed, I was standing in front of the Lord!!!

I saw him sitting on the throne in so much Glory! His face was radiant. He oozed light!! So much beauty!!! I was judged and granted eternal life!! I saw a smile on his face and I was filled with joy!

I then proceeded to await the new heaven and new earth. The dream ended there.

I thanks God for letting me see these things and I hope to see more. I want to say to all of you who believe, that the Lord is coming soon!!! So be prepared and stay true to your faith.

God bless

I was a high class Escort sex industry worker making $160,000 back in the late 80′s and early 90′s. I never worked on the streets. My clients consisted of wealthy professional men at villas, elaborate homes and expensive hotels.  I carried a pager to conduct my business. This was during the time when the Internet wasn’t born.

At $160,000 a year, I should have been able to support my son and I just fine. Abortion was never an option. I never considered adoption either. Though I didn’t know who the father was, nothing would ever separate me from my baby. I knew inside I would be the type of mom that would be overprotective. I had our whole lives planned out. I could be that career woman and have it all. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

My journey began when I was 17. My Step-father had introduced me. He was 57. He told me I was going to become a model. He told me lies and I believed him. He gave me a fancy new car, a condo and anything money could buy, but I never saw the cash. In turn, he was taking my money and profiting off of my destruction.

After a few years, I escaped only to find myself back in the escort industry. I wanted to independent. My world became about MY wants, MY life, Me. Me. Me.

During that time, was when I became pregnant and gave birth to my son, Conner. I really loved him, even more than myself. My new boyfriend and I had painted this naïve picture that we would move from Florida to Illinois and be one big happy family while I remained in the escort service. I left Conner with a babysitter one evening, and I was called out to see a client who was in a beautiful high rise hotel. Unknowingly, the hotel room was set up with private cameras and undercover police officers. That’s when my life turned into something I never expected. What it shock it was to be escorted in handcuffs through the hotel lobby. At the time, I didn’t consider myself a prostitute, but the truth was– it was still a form of prostitution.

Ending up in jail wasn’t supposed to happen. But no sweat, I thought, it was my first offense. You see, a first offense in the USA is considered a minor misdemeanor. I should have been out in four hours. I repeat: four hours. But that never happened. Four hours turned into ten, then twenty-four, then two days, then three, then four. I was given no water to drink, not even a sip! I was cold. I wasn’t given a blanket, and I slept on a hard wooden-like bench.

I will never forget that third night. You see, by the time that night came, I really believed that I was never going to get out, and I thought I was going to die from dehydration. I knew something wrong was going on behind the system, but there was obviously nothing that I could do about it. For four frantic days, all I knew was that my son was at the babysitters. All I could I do was feel completely hopeless over my situation. I just wanted to hold him one more time and tell him how sorry I was for being such a horrible mother.

I thought that was where my life had ended. But that was where my life began.

God knew what it would take to break me and bring me to my knees with my eyes lifted up toward Heaven. I never felt loved by my biological father, and my step-father made me a prostitute.  But that night, when I got down on my knees, with tears streaming down my face; no longer in denial and humble before God, for the first time I knew the love of a real Father. It was the next morning, the 4th day a miracle had happened, and I was finally released.

I chose the road that led me into that jail. God chose the road that led me out.   While God could forgive me, my journey was far from over. That situation, the lifestyle, and my inability to make mature decisions is what eventually led to my worst fear: do I continue my lifestyle in the escort industry and risk getting arrested again? Or do choose a better life than what I could provide for my son? I had no one to help me; not even anyone in my family. I had no job training skills.

His babysitter knew of my lifestyle. And after several coercing attempts, I agreed to let her adopt him. I never wanted to surrender him, but I lacked the resources and confidence to do otherwise.

Every day since I signed those papers, I learned that going to jail was the easy part. Living without my son was like drowning under water, feeling like I could never get up to breathe for air.  I may have been released, but I would never be released of the separation trauma I experienced. I could still hear his cries in my dreams at night. I could still smell the scent of baby lotion on some of his items. I truly knew how God felt when he looked down from the sky and saw his son laying in a manger, knowing that he would die on the cross, just so that I might have a better life. I had a lifetime to be reminded of it.

After that event, I worked at a telemarketing job that only paid $6 an hour. I hated it, but I had to start somewhere. It’s now been 20+ years and I’ve never returned to escorting since. Now I have a relationship with God. I am now 43. Through the years, I have amassed a stable work history in the past as a Technical Lead Specialist with promotions into other departments. I have kept a box of baby items with photos and memories of Conner in my closet.  Every once in a while, I still take them out to look at them. I am married to my best friend now 18 years with 3 great kids. I am now a homemaker. It sure feels great to have only one man who is loyal and truly loves me through every season in my life.

When I reflect back, I can’t believe that other person was me. But it WAS me! God took the money, the pain, the broken dreams and dead end streets and turned them into rainbows. If God could forgive me and take me from where I came from, he could do it for you to. If you bring all your trash to Jesus, He’ll take it and turn it into something good. It doesn’t matter how bad you think your trash smells, whatever you’ve done, or whether you think you deserve it or not, He’ll clean it up and give you a whole new life.

The Bible says that “all of us have sinned and fall short of God’s glory. Because Jesus came as our sacrifice, He freely accepts us and sets us free from our sins” (Romans 3:23-24 CEM).

The Bible also says that “if you confess with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord,’ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved” (Romans 10:9 NIV).

Jesus says, “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. No one comes through the father except through me.”

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Hi brothers and sisters in Jesus Christ

Please pray for my brother Sandesh, Who has challenge in his job and still not got confirmed for permanent status. If this does not take place in one month , He will loose his job.

Please pray for his confirmation

I know this is kind of long. I’m sorry, but i think/ hope y’all will like it.

As most of y’all know I’m the preacher’s daughter. And that is most of the time is what I’m known as, is the preacher’s daughter. Everyone looks at me and says she must be the perfect kid. Her dad is a preacher and so I’m sure she has never sinned in her life. Well first off that’s not true because the bible says that everyone is a sinner. I can tell you my life isn’t perfect either. I have great parents who are very godly people and who try their best to help me and do everything they can to make me a good person and I love them very much for that, but I’m not a perfect person. I do try to do my best and not sin but that’s inevitable. I sin and sin and sin, but I have Jesus in my heart so when I sin I pray and ask for forgiveness and I’m lucky enough that he doesn’t hold that sin against me and forgives me.

Mark 2:7 b says “who can forgive sins but God alone?” I never have told anyone this, but about a year ago I was going through a tough time, I had a lot of questions about God that I just couldn’t find answers to. I had got saved when I was a young child about 6 but when I got saved then I just got saved because I saw all my friends doing it and I didn’t want to be the only one left out. Know of course that’s NO WHERE NEAR CLOSE to why you get saved! Ha, but I really did except Jesus into my heart when I was 11. Then this previous year I went into high school and things changed A LOT, I wasn’t sure about God I was having thoughts like what if this is all just a hoax or a game someone made up just to watch us look stupid. What if, what if, what if. During this time I wasn’t reading my bible, I wasn’t doing my quiet time like I should, and I wasn’t close to God at all. I was only going to church because I was the preacher’s daughter and I had to. I would have rather been at home sleeping in on Sunday, but instead I was going to church.

One Saturday night I had stayed up real late and I didn’t want to wake up that Sunday morning to go to church, but I was the preacher’s kid, so I had to. But that Sunday was the best Sunday that I could have ever been at church. I remember dad was doing a 4 week sermon series on Revelations. I had already heard the first three and they didn’t bother me, but that one Sunday that I REALLY didn’t want to be there but that was the one that touched me the most. He was saying how if we want to see our family and friends again than we need to trust Jesus into our hearts and live for him and believe he was the ONE true God and we would all be able to reunite in heaven. I know you’re thinking well that sound like every other sermon I’ve ever heard. Well, me too but that one week God had laid it on my heart and I couldn’t stop crying. Ha, I didn’t know what to do so I went and talked to Charley, but I used one of my friends as me, and I told her what was going on in my “friends” life and she gave me some great advice to give to my “friend”. The first thing she told me was that she needed to be on her knees praying to God and asking Him to show her direction in her life, and whatever else she needed prayer for. The second thing she told me was to be reading her bible ALL the time and that will help God point out things to you, because the Word is living. The final thing she told me was to tell my “friend” to talk to someone about it.

Well I never did the third step, in fact this is the first time that I have EVER told anyone about this. It wasn’t good for me to keep it bottled up, but I was afraid that when I told someone they would look at me different and I wouldn’t be treated as the same person anymore. That was not true but that’s what I had thought. The devil just had got in my head one day and I didn’t know what to do about it. On that same Sunday I went home and the first thing I did when I got home was I grabbed my bible and went literally inside my closet for about 1hr and half and just cried, prayed, and read my bible.

One of my favorite verses I read was Isaiah 55: 6-7 which says “Seek the Lord while He may be found, Call upon Him why He is near, Let the wicked forsake his ways, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; Let him return to the Lord, and He will have mercy on him; and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon.” I didn’t work immediately but when I got done with my time with God I felt like I had felt in a long time, and it was a great feeling. Matthew 6:6-7 says “But you, when you pray, go into your room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees you in secret will reward you openly. And when you pray, do not use vain repetitions as the heathen do. For they think that they will be heard for their many words.”

I have a tendency when I cry my face gets all red and splotchy so I stayed in my room for about another hour and just read my bible until my face cleared up so no one would know I was crying. I went to church that night and went to youth and had a great time as ALWAYS. (; I didn’t get all of my questions answered in that one day but a got a lot of them. If I would’ve just quit after that night, I think I would’ve feel right back where I was. So I continued every night to pray, talk to God, and read my bible. Even if it was just for 10 minutes I was finding more and more answers to my questions. It’s only a year later but I feel like a stronger better person, who is enormously more in touch with God. I pray and read my bible every almost every day now. Sometimes I slip up and forget every now and then but I just have to make sure I start back so I don’t slip back into that person I was before. So even preacher’s kid’s sin and don’t know all the answers to everything. If you have questions don’t keep them to yourself because it’s not fun to feel alone like you can’t talk to anyone about, because I’ve been there and it’s not fun. I will always be here for everyone and anyone who has questions because it’s not fun to be alone. I am a preacher’s daughter and I am a sinner also. No one is perfect but with God it’s a whole lot easier to be a better person!

The event begins with me being spoken to by a being not seen and not heard. I answered what do you want me to do and I understood this “Go to this bar and tell this man that greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world.”

I said “What will he do?”

The Almighty replied, “He will hit you.”

I said, “And you want me to go?”

The Almighty said “Yes I will heal you.”

Believing and sensibly fearing not going I said, ”I will go” and started walking.

Now to tell you who Griz was. He was the top dog in a bike gang that having been rousted from Magoo’s bar when the city of Baton Rouge shut it down moved down the street to the Bayou bar on Chimes street. Griz was six foot five and powerfully large.  When I got there and opened the door there  a few of his brethren laid hands on me to stop me and I surprised them by stiff arming them several times rapidly and after they got me by the arms I heard Griz tell them wait bring him to me.

Then Griz said “Do you want to join my club?”

And I said, ”I don’t have a bike.”

He said, “We’ll get you one.”

I then asked “What if i say no?”

Griz said, “I will hit you” at which time I tested the hold of the guys and my arms remained firmly pinned.

I said some thing I barely recall as this was late in the year 1977 and Griz pressed the issue at hand. So I said “Greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world.”

Griz said Do you want to join?

And I said “I’m Gonna have to say no.”

With the word “no” still on my lips Griz smashed my face to a bloody mess.

The guys holding my arms must figured I was done because I had the use of my arms again. Probably surprising Griz and his fellow bikers I remained standing and tried to speak. In the very act of trying to speak I became aware of exactly how forcefully smashed my face was and thought to The Lord Almighty you said you would heal me. Then my right hand came up to my face and moved around it and everywhere I touched God healed me  resulting in me standing there healed in a bloody shirt but not bloody where God had healed!

Griz then asked me how I did that.

I told him I didn’t do it; God had healed me. I told him I was leaving now and if he hit me again God would strike him down. Griz followed me outside and in the daylight I could see he was earnestly and urgently shaken. He asked me about his salvation. And the Lord moved me to tell Griz to seek out Gerry Hays (this was someone that Griz already knew but I had never met or heard of) and if he still wanted to know the Lord Gerry would guide him. When I got home my mother freaked out thinking I was hurt because of all the blood on my shirt but I was quite fine as the healing was God given.

My name is Kendell Noel, I’m from Trinidad and Tobago……this is my life’s Testimony……I was never a bright kid in school, I always got the lowest grades in class. I never liked reading or studying. After elementary school, I passed for my 4th choice. My parents were disappointed, but at that time I still didn’t care. Forms 1, 2, and 3 I had absolutely no interest in getting high grades. Most of the time I would just aim on passing my exams, but the placement in the class didn’t matter to me at all. On Fridays I would skip school and go shoot some pool with my friends. I got detention for skipping school, and suspension for fighting in school………….I wasn’t really a bad kid, I just happened to be in the wrong company………….When time came to choose subjects my dad told me to do sciences. I never understood why, seeing how horrible my grades were. I knew it was hard but I still agreed to do it. At form 4 I got separated from the gang. We were no longer in the same class or in the same building. I was in a class of four, so they placed us in the Chemistry lab. From that year forward, everything changed. Because the class was so small, we got alot of attention from the teachers, and laboratories became interesting. My entire class were selected to write CXC math in form 4 and all of us got 2′s. In form 5 I passed 7 subjects with a distinction in math. I had applied too late at UTT, so I had to wait a year. My dad teaches at Sec so he took me in to repeat for that year……….I hope u still with me cuz this is where it gets interesting lol…………at UTT I was one of 11 students who graduated from a class of 42. From that 11, four of us went to train at Carib. After six months the company sent home 3 and kept 1 (me). The rest of them got jobs but I was the only one permanent. Just last week from that same 11, only 3 moved on pass the 2nd year (I was one of the 3), the rest of them got kept back. And now I’m gonna work at a company I have always dreamed of, and I really can’t remember applying for to begin with. They told me I had applied in 2008 but I really can’t remember………….I have served the Lord all my life, and now when I look back at my life I can truly say that he has blessed me tremendously.

Kendell Noel

I had gotted saved on the night of June 30th, 2007 in a small church in the Smyrna Neghborhood. In Louisville KY. I had just heard the song “at the crossing” I started to feel scared because I didn’t know what to do. just then a 16 year old came up to me and asked if I was lost. and I answered “yes but I don’t know what to do.” she then took me up to the altur and requested to the preacher to have everyone in the church at that time to pray for my lost soul. everyone came around the altur and got on their knees and started to pray. Music was still going, everyone including myself was praying. Glory Glory HALLELUJAH! I was saved by god. the preacher asked if I was saved. I answered “yes”. he asks me how I felt saved. I responded saying “because I know I’M SAVED!”