Readers Testimonies
Ida - My Story

I would like to share my testimony with you all. From my seventh grade I was suffering with a sinusitis problem. Until this January I always woke up with a headache and I went to sleep with a headache. I could not live a normal life. In my prayers I used to say, God please - I want to live without a headache at least one day. The most used word in my life was headache. I do not know the words to describe how much I suffered as a result of this sinus problem.

My sister is a doctor and my brother-in-law is an ENT surgeon. My sister always that said only Jesus could cure me - that no man could. Daily I prayed to God. One day our I.A.S. officer came to our church to give a message about the end of the world. God gave him the power of healing. He prayed for my sinus problem for just a few seconds. Afterward, he said that he believed that I would be relieved from this problem soon. I believed Jesus and my sinus problem is gone. Now I am so happy. Now, again, I do not know the word to describe how very happy I am. I suffered with this problem for 12 years. Jesus can heal you from any disease that man cannot. It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man.

Praise the Lord.

Tammy - My life before Christ

My name is: regret, shame, pain, dirty, angry, failure, hated, forgotten. My life is full of valleys, with no mountain in sight. I haven’t seen good in so long I’m not sure it still exists. My story starts out like anybody else. For six years of my life I was the typical kid. Then life got in the way and things started changing.

When I was six I watched my great grandmother take her last breath. Four short months later, at age seven, my dad died. He died from complications from attempted suicide. I was never a “normal” kid after that. I sat alone on the floor during P.E. at school watching the other kids play begging God to just tell them I loved them.

That in itself is way too much for a seven-year old to handle all by herself. I started getting really depressed. I even went as far as attempting suicide. My heart was broken and nobody could or would help me. As time went on I came out of my depression and could see hope again. Then on January 27, 2009 my world crashed. My great aunt died. I was lost and empty. Eleven short months later tragedy struck again. My papaw died. I felt an anger start in my heart that would not soon be quenched.

On June 16, 2012 my faith was put to the test harder than before. My other papaw lost his battle with cancer. I started spiraling. I was depressed, angry, and confused. I wondered why God who is supposed to love me so much kept ruining my life. I started drinking and smoking pot daily. Curling up to a bottle was the only thing getting me through the day. I started giving myself away in pieces and slowly at first, then all at once, until I had nothing left. I looked in the mirror and saw a stranger a tired, broken stranger. I was a mess. I was only 14 but I felt like I had lived a thousand years.

On October 20, 2013 I knew I couldn’t continue down the road I was on, so I turned to Jesus. I became a new person that day. Jesus saved me from myself. He became my life. I could finally stop fighting. After 10 years of death and pain I was exhausted. I could smile and laugh. My brokenness healed. I had hope for the future. Tragedy still came. August 17, 2014 my world came to a stop once again. My uncle who was my best friend, died. Losing him was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. It didn’t make sense; he was only 46. How could someone that I loved so much and had seen every single day really be gone? Five days later another uncle passed away. I couldn’t take it. My heart was so broken and I was so emotionally exhausted. I felt like running away and never stopping.

This time was different though. I was done running. I asked Jesus to carry me through it and he did. He still is. Because of him I have a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I have valleys, but I also have mountains. I have hope; I see the good in the bad. I am transformed. My name is: joy, peace, over-comer, remembered, redeemed, restored, loved, forgiven.

Celia's

As for a testimony, I wasn't raised in church, but grew up hearing bits and pieces about Jesus Christ and God in the Bible Belt and from my Christian and Jewish parents. So I identified as a Jewish Christian. I didn't understand the plan of salvation, however, until a total stranger approached me in college. I was being "above it all" to listen and interact in the short conversation they instigated about God, but don't remember any of it except for their last question. "If you were to die today, are you sure you would go to heaven?"

I didn't realize it then, but the Holy Spirit was telling me that I should know the answer to it, but I did not. I loved friends and family, felt some empathy for others, and had prayed to God over the years, but for the first time in my life, I sincerely began seeking Him with all of my heart. I asked Him to show me the truth, no matter what it would mean for my life.

A few days later, I sensed He was talking to my heart, and stopped what I was doing to simply wait on Him. He told me that I desperately needed Him, that He had died so that I could know Him and be with Him, and that if I believed Him and walked with Him, everything in my life would change for good, spiritually. I did believe and receive Him as The LORD and Savior that wonderful morning in May, 1973. That was over 40 years ago, and I'm still being fit for heaven, but my hope is in Him, and I know that He is faithful to all of His promises to work on and through me.

That moment I believed and received Him, His indescribable peace and joy flooded me, and agape love entered into my being. I told my family within a few days what had happened, and even though I was such a baby in Christ, within a few years, my family had come to faith as well. About a month after coming into a real relationship with the living God, I found a Bible-believing church and got baptized. I can't say that my Christian walk is exemplary by any means, but I can hardly wait for heaven. Whether He returns first or I'm called Home, He is closer and more loving than any friend could ever be, and I want to be in His will in all things.