sujata prakash: Dear Trish
What a beautiful testimony!
I too am an ex-hindu...
d: Thanks so much precious for sharing this testimony! :)...
Gary Sprague: ALLELUIA!...
The Day I Saw Jesus
October 6th, 2007
In 1983 I was a little girl living in Meridain, Mississippi. I was 6 years old going through something that most six year olds shouldn’t have to go through. My mom worked two jobs. She was a hair dresser by day and at night she was a waitress. So she decided to get married. This left me and my sister and brothers home alone with my stepfather. It was going well for the first 3 months, I thought I had a father. Then he started to do the unthinkable. He began to molesting me and my my sister. At this time I started to have nightmare and began wetting the bed. I was afraid to tell my mother what was happening to me because he said that he would kill me. On this particular night I went to bed and I remember praying and asking God to just kill me so I wouldn’t have to go through this anymore. I fell a sleep and then I heard something so I opened my eyes when I did I saw an image so bright that I could hardly look at it, I could tell it was a man image but there was no flesh he was glowing and he was perfect. All he said to me that day was suffering little children come unto me….I was so afraid that I pulled the cover over my eyes the next day when I woke up my mom said that Jesus told her to get her children away from that man so we moved and I never say him again……
October 11th, 2007 at 11:58 pm
What a loving God we serve. I think that was a wonderful story. I lived in Mississippi for 5 yrs. during the early 60’s. This was a time of serious unrest. In Drew, where I lived, a teen was killed right after she graduated from high school. I was also a hair stylist. It must have been hard on your Mom to work two jobs. I hope you are happy christian today.
October 22nd, 2007 at 2:42 pm
me and my friends at totnes united free church see visions all the day long ,then we share them with each other,they somtimes mean a lot to one or two people.i love god but feel somtimes i fall short of the glory.
dave
November 25th, 2009 at 3:08 am
Thank you for sharing that story of deliverance and the love of Jesus.
February 3rd, 2010 at 9:35 pm
My father had a very similar experience. When he was 21 he was very seriously burned. He was lucky to live. He made a good recovery but began to question God and even began to not believe. The one night he went hunting with his brother in the wood near his childhood home. He knows those woods like the back of his hand having hunted there since he was 6 years old, but he became lost and seperated from his brother. Then he said in the mist he saw a very small light. It starlted him so he stood really still and just watched. The light then in his words exploted into the figure of Jesus. He said that the figure was there for several mins. not saying word and then just as it appeared it disappeared. He said the figure was huge and so bright is was hard to look at it. My dad is a very reserved man and has only shared this story with my mother and I. He said he will never question God again and that it helped him come to grips with the pain he felt.