Share Your Christian Testimony

One of the greatest witnessing tools available to anyone is their own Christian testimony. Telling other people your own story of how you understood your need for salvation is a powerful means to witness to others around you. This does not mean that you should avoid telling them what the Bible says, but giving a clear example through your life of how God can save and change a person is a great first step in bringing someone to the Lord.

If you have not shared your testimony with others before, let me encourage you to write it out. Writing your Christian testimony will help you hone in on what is important in your story and what is not. Preparing your testimony on paper will give you a confidence that will help you when you stand before a group or share with an individual.

As a powerful witnessing tool, your testimony should simply share with the listener (or reader) the basic elements of salvation. Here are some questions that will help you think through the basics of what each testimony should include.

  • How did God reveal to you that you were a sinner?
  • Once you understood your condition before God, how did God begin to show you His love?
  • With an understanding of Christ’s sacrifice on the cross, what were the next steps you took to accept His salvation?
  • Did God use one person or event to show you your need, or were there several people over time that God brought into your life?
  • What were some of the events surrounding your salvation? Were you in a church? At a park?
  • Do you have any stories that illustrate how God made Himself known to you?

Now that you have your testimony written down, you need to look for opportunities to tell others. Often people will give their testimony for the first time at a church meeting.  When going on a mission trip the individuals in the group are usually asked to share their testimony with others in the group or on the field where they are visiting. These are great opportunities to tell others what God has done for you. You are surrounded by friends who want to know more about God’s leading in your life.

Your friends and co-workers may be the first ones who see that there has been a change in your life. You might find it easy to tell them about the Lord because they are already curious. However, telling strangers about your salvation may seem a little awkward. Just remember the last time you got involved in a conversation with someone you had previously never met. Did you talk about the weather? Your favorite baseball team? We usually talk about things that are going on around us. Use that as an opportunity to steer the conversation so you can tell what God has done for you.

Be careful to avoid “church words.” These are the words and phrases we become accustomed to in the church, but the world has no idea what they mean. Remember each time you give your testimony that there may be someone in the audience who is unsaved. This is true even if you are telling your story in church. Keep your words easy to understand.

  • What is a sinner?
  • What does it mean to repent?
  • You were convicted?! Of what crime?

Try to use normal vocabulary. Not everyone has the same background and experiences you have. Take time to answer any questions that come up about the Lord. Not everyone will get saved the first time they have the Gospel presented to them. It is our privilege to tell others about our salvation, it is God’s responsibility to draw them to Himself.

Reading books like Ray Comfort’s God Has a Wonderful Plan for Your Life or Charles Ryrie’s book, So Great Salvation, will help you understand your own salvation in a clearer way. These books can help you define, in simple terms, what salvation means to your friends.

Sharing your Christian testimony is important. By writing it out and sharing it with your friends, you will soon become bold enough to tell complete strangers about your Savior.

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  1. I want to start off by saying how difficult this is for me to share my story with all those who will read this. This is a true story and accurate to the best of my ability to remember.
    Even though many of you will never see my face, the thoughts of those scars residing in times past, will without mercy overwhelm me, bringing that dark and tortured heartless nightmare back to a saved man once again. I should tell you even though these memories may bring great sadness to my heart, they by no means thrash me in slavery as they once did in my past. I am a man who has been covered by the blood of One who truly loves me, so much so, that when He took that wicked man that I was, upon Himself, I became stripped and emptied awaiting new instruction, left with a radiant new heart saved from the slavery in which I was chained to, for what I thought was an eternity without hope.

    Before I move forward in sharing with you my past, you will come to see someone who bore great anger against his father. By my growth In Christ Jesus through His Love releasing me from that dark self made wickedness, I have seen just how lost that my father truly was. His pain, his sadness and his inability to see Christ and what He has to offer, was so far out of reach that he sought no relationship with him, wanting no one to speak with him about God. I sorrow greatly for him with love bringing not the past to the present for any accusation, holding no anger against him but only praying in hope for his soul, knowing that he too can become a mighty tool in the furthering of God’s word with love being released from the torment within, walking together as brothers In Christ.

    As a child I grew up in a home which harbored great physical abuse upon me and my siblings whenever we did anything wrong, or just because our father endured a trying day at work. My memories take me back to a time when my father’s rewards for our wrongs would bring the wrath of his belt, his fist or his open hands, and if by any means he did not feel satisfied, he would grab us by the ankles, hanging us upside down against the wall and would proceed in beating our heads into the floor.

    We would be playing with great joy and sharing the thoughts of a child-like fantasy in some made up war theme, playing with little green army men, when suddenly our father, swinging the door open to our room with great force, bringing us to an immediate trembling in fear of the pain that was about to take place, grabbed my brother lifting him under the shoulder with one hand bringing him high and to the wall, proceeded to beat him as if he were a monstrous beast to be killed.

    My heart would race and tears would fall from my eyes knowing that I was next and with great confusion and despair I could not find a place to hide avoiding the anger that filled my father’s heart at that very moment. When he finished with his violent corrections inflicted upon my brother, he quickly threw him aside and turned towards me as if a lions hunger was left unsatisfied. Quickly grabbing my shirt by the chest, with great force he threw me against the wall striking me in all vulnerable areas across my body, leaving me feeling each blow like a rippling explosion consuming my body every second. With a quickening speed, he pulled me away from the wall just to slam me back up against it once again, removing the very breath that was left within my body, bringing my cries for my mother to a silence.

    Finishing his wrath from exhaustion, he threw me into the dresser as if I were a toy with such strength that it toppled over and crushed me underneath. The pain from the dresser falling upon my body was so over whelming that I again lost my breath, leaving me with an inability to cry out. Then walking out to leave us to care for our own wounds, we laid very still attempting to calm our rapid breathing, crying in silence, horribly afraid to make our father’s wrath any worse.

    That night alone in my room after bedtime, by sheer desperation, after so many years of abuse I sought the help with praying hands calling upon satan himself to end my father’s reign in our lives. In peril and torment lasting day after day, hatred and anger became common place within my heart, birthing a vengeance inside of me that only satan himself could place a definition upon, and by no means was this vengeance passive or unresponsive. At the very age of 9 years old, I fired back, but not of my own will….. something in me snapped, and even though I was still small in comparison to my father, I was a monster to be feared.

    After a beating from my father one day, as he was walking out, I broke. My whole body and thought process just shattered. It was as if something else hoarded itself within me, taking over. Coming up from the floor with fire screaming from my eyes, I proceeded to attack my father grabbing anything and everything that was available to me at that time. From that moment on I could only remember bits and pieces of flashes as to what happened in all that took place. I had no idea as to what I had done, the most I can remember is my father running from me heading down the stairs and from there everything went black as if my very existence ceased. I awoke and everything in my room was destroyed, I struggled for air but couldn’t get enough, my sight was hindered by a fading blackness that would come and go within seconds, my body was paralyzed with exhaustion having tears falling from my eyes rolling off my cheeks, listening to every drop hit the floor as if I were floating over a pond.

    Within a few minutes of my awakening I heard sirens, and soon after, the sounds of many footsteps racing up the stairs running to my room with many people hovering over me as if I were going to die. Sweeping me away just as quickly, they placed me, tied to a gurney, arms and legs restrained from any movement injecting me with something that immediately put me to sleep. When I awoke from the medication that was injected into me, I found myself locked in an institution being assessed for information concerning my long term stay.

    It is with great sadness for me to say that my fears and pains were not over, I had a false hope of safety from the pains that I thought would end. I was now starting with a completely new round of torture and pain, one that I knew never existed, leaving me feeling hopeless and worthless as if my very life meant nothing to anyone. I was left without hope of ever feeling the love and joy from any one person again. I soon found myself in a downward spiral facing over 20 different institutions with my years as a youth and young adult. In those institutions, much hardships and hatred was engraved into me, searing within the very depths of my soul. I was at the mercy of those whom I was supposed to trust and yet even they found in their temptation ways to hurt me without others having any knowledge, threatening me of the oncoming doom I would endure if I was to ever reveal their dirty secrets. In my growth relationships with others was, “to say the least”, unhealthy. All my friendships and relationships were born and tilled in these institutions. My first girl, fights, fun, arguments and schooling were all part of my life in these institutions. I even received my GED under the guardianship of a state institution.

    By the time I was sent back to my parents, we were moved by my father’s new job within months of my release. In no time, I lost the ability to remain in my new home because of my disobedience leaving me homeless and in hunger. I ended up finding a place to stay in these apartments that were being constructed about a mile away and my little brother with his great dedication would bring me food and drink, hoping for a better solution to my situation. But in desperation and lack of wisdom and anger, I felt I had to make a choice and I knew no one in the new state that I lived in and knew many from the state that I left , so with little, money and no clothes to pack I left and headed to those I knew best and felt safest. To my surprise very few came to my response for help and being under age I had no real avenue or prospects for work. The streets became my home now and I soon found out just how keen predators were in picking out those who were runaways or just lost and desperate souls.

    It happened within the first day, I was manipulated into going with this man to his home and being as hungry as I was, the promise of money through small tasks, seemed alluring, tempting me to a degree of happiness through the pounding uneasiness residing within the depths of my stomach. As soon as we got to his home these tasks changed and he took off his shirt and requested that I rub his back. I was in danger and I knew it, so giving him a relaxed agreement, I told him to lay down and when he did I immediately ran to and out the door and continued to run until I could take no more hiding in a building shaking in great fear of him ever finding me. You may find this to be a lesser story to which you might have wanted to read but nevertheless the impact of the immediate danger was real and the offences of my past granted me the wisdom of discernment. The rules of survival had changed; I was no longer living in a controlled environment and no longer were others also limited by their environment. It was a grab for all, especially in the parts of the city that I found to be easy access to the things I might need.

    As days went on I soon became so overwhelmed with hunger that I raided a McDonalds dumpster in order to fill my stomach. And fill that stomach I did. My time spent looming on the streets left cold, hungry and scared had me searching for places on a nightly basis to rest my head in a safe environment. The goodwill dumpsters became my home at night finding warm donated blankets and safety because I could dig myself deep and be hid out of site. About a year later I was so fed up with the life on the streets being unpredictable at every turn I soon pickup a pay phone and dialed 911 telling them that I was a run away from another state and I needed help. It didn’t take long for them to arrive and with gentleness they brought me back to the station and questioned me as to where I was from and do I want to go back. As much as I didn’t want the same thing to continue to happen with me and my father I said yes I want to go home. The officer got up from the table and went and called my parents house and soon returned with an angered look upon his face, and with compassion and regret he told me my father never wanted to see me again. I was speechless but not surprised and yet for some reason it hurt. I was soon within 1hr or so delivered to a lockup for kids until they could determine what to do with me. Within weeks I was taken in front of the family courts asking me as to why I was in the situation that I was and with the answer explained they were still left as to where to put me. I told them that I could stay at a homeless shelter until my birthday and then they could release me from state guardianship at that time reaching the age of 18.
    To my surprise this was allowed.

    After years in this never ending cycle of a perverted and tampered edition to the meaning of life, I did find a way out and to me it was the Holy Grail (Drugs and alcohol). These two mind bending products hid the pain and brought about a boy who in times past could only fantasize such happiness. By no means did this cure me as to what I thought was my life beginning anew, though I was numb to the abominations of my current and past circumstances, what I felt to be a new life soon became a hidden liability changing me into the hunter and not the hunted. I inflicted much pain and tribulations upon those whom I thought were my friends and those closes to me, even the stranger passing by. I’ve stabbed people, and stolen that which never belonged to me, from homes, people, cars and whatever I suppose you could ponder. I received what I reaped in many lockup facilities and each time I came out going right back to the drugs and alcohol, those products I felt to be the loved ones of my life in that I could trust and base my daily decisions on. I know now more than ever that if I hadn’t been under such influence of drugs and alcohol that there would be several people who would be at peace in their lives, not troubled over being victimized by what they may interpret as a heartless piece of trash worthy of only darkness behind bars.

    The thrashings of my past living within me dictating and consuming my soul with fire left me alone not only within myself but brought a wall between me and my Creator. It was always the thoughts as to why did all this happen to me and how can I end this with the impurities and evil to be imputed to all those whom I felt transgressed me. I, of myself, became an idol to my surroundings and by no means did I ever feel or consider as though I was undeserving of the satisfaction for revenge. I cannot stress the hatred and the evil that took comfort within the depths of me. I felt as if you all had no right to live and with that I was the one who should address the actions into your deaths. I ponder wicked thoughts in my heart and wished horrible things to take place upon others hoping for their torturous downfall. I wasted so much time hoping for the fall of those who hurt me, wishing those who tore pieces from my heart would suffer a greater torment. I never knew how much time I wasted in allowing such thoughts to consume me. My anger and hatred for others imprisoned me. I was no one but belonged to everyone.

    I’ve spent 35 years of my life thinking of nothing more but vengeance. In that energy and emotion I spent so much in thought towards others that I found myself to be lonely, hurting for more, searching for truth and peace from this torture that I myself fed throughout my lifetime. Eventually my anger directed itself inward. I found myself to be thinking bad thoughts just by habit and yet my very heart cried out for understanding and comfort. I could take no more, I knew no way out, my very life was consumed with the thoughts of others and they themselves where carrying on with their lives as joyful and fulfilling without thought of me. I didn’t matter to them.

    I was broken and didn’t know it, I was laid up in sickness and dying in an illness that consumed me by habit. The doctors knew and spoke of my nearing death. I was finally at the end I could go no father in my dying body and I knew within the marrow of my very bones that I was condemned. I knew even though that every part of me was wicked and undeserving that there was hope, I knew because I saw no other path that lead out but the path of righteousness. I broke down and cried upon my covers and asked with a fearful broken heart calling out to God, Save me Father, save me, I am so undeserving of your love, let alone your desiring attention, yet I, Father, ask within my cold and wicked heart will you please take this broken man that you see and save me from the depth of hell that I so well deserve.I am yours I surrender; you have all of me, do with me what you wish, just please come into my life and save me my Father.

    With those last words coming to a finish in my prayerful cries to God a voice penetrated every part of my body giving me that chance allowing me to know that He would be there for me, but it was the only chance I had. I was afraid, I had not experienced such a thing in my life, but I submitted to His authority and from that very moment on I walked as a new born baby, walking and stumbling throughout my new growth with a new heart. I cried so much in pain from all the years I’ve wasted not knowing the love and forgiveness that God’s Son Jesus Christ has had awaiting for me. My life was made new in Christ, I am in love with others and think not of the wicked things I can do to others, but have much concern for those who take so much of their own thoughts and time to justify their hatred. I stemmed such growth on the very words of God to counsel me in my every step. If I slipped and reverted to a sneaking wicked habit I would call out the words of encouragement and love from the Bible, Casting down imaginations and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ. I knew in my heart that I was a refined individual stepping ever closer to that heavenly gift promised to me. And yes my friends my walk with Christ was not one filled with riches and complete peace in this world but one filled with riches and peace within the Holy Spirits residing presence in my body, having a growth and understanding from the temptations and hard times, refining the new man that I am, founded firmly in God’s word ready for that righteous and revealing Day of Judgment for all.

    In all, I may have had some hard times in my growth with God but my heart stayed at peace in Jesus and as I drew closer to Him, He drew closer to me, filling me with his wisdom and love for all. I could not and would not trade my true love “God Almighty the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ” for the life that I left behind. I no longer stand in fire with the hatred of satan within my heart. I now stand in righteousness firmly founded upon the true wisdom in guidance and love for every thought and step I take in this new life.

    Our anger that we hold in our hearts, only projects an image of immaturity and loneliness posting our feelings as if we deserved the throne of charity, boasting around about as if we owned authority. We already stand condemned in our lives without Christ Jesus, even if we live a life of joy and prosperity, even if you fill that you stood strong guiding your children up in great wisdom, even if you strived to love and give to others with all your might and dedication.

    In all this,… anger,… depression,… happiness,… a giving heart,… a dedicated mother or father or a hard responsible worker, you will still stand condemned being judged alone and your sentence will be that of an eternity in the depths hell to be tormented forever, never seeing another death again.

    If you have not the Father, all that you do stands against the Father being sin and the Father being God Almighty in His Righteous Judgment cannot and will not look upon you with mercy in that revealing day of his Glorious Sons coming for the gathering of his children, those who have died first then those who stand alive next but all taken within a twinkling of an eye.

    But in all this suffering and prideful living, we don’t have to stand alone to face this judgment and condemnation, for we have an attorney (Jesus Christ), an advocate standing with powers far above kings and kings against kings, ruling all as far beyond the sights that man could endure to see or imagine. Where by Him in His unwavering love, will stand in our place and speak of the great sacrifice that has been given to cover our sins. There is no room for Christ in our lives while such bountiful riches in our hearts take weight to the wants and desires of this world in the individual’s life.

    You may fill as though it’s too much to give up, too much has been done, I have so much to straighten out, if only I can just put this away. Take this, my very words to heart with all sincerity that I speak to you…. Through the very thoughts being of the same mind in times past that you now have, I give you this promise as even the Father has promised me and all those who come to Him unclean or clean. You can at anytime with a sincere and repentive heart call upon the name of Jesus Christ confessing your sins no matter how big or small and in you will He fill with His Holy Spirit, renewing your hearts in a new birth ready for that redeeming and revealing day of salvation for all whom believe in the Son of God. Remember also this, if by any means this may comfort you, God does not measure salvation by the weight that you carry, instead the Fathers Son Jesus Christ enduring the burdens of sin throughout the world died so that he could lift that weight off your shoulders carrying it for you.

    When I gave all that I was to Jesus allowing his love to bear my burdens, I became free in spirit and mind. I can only pray and look upon you with a wishful heart that you would share such a gift with me being released and having hope in the now and ever after.

    This testimony is such a small piece from that person you may think you see. But let me please with love speak to you with gratitude thanking my Father God almighty and the Father of our precious Lord Jesus Christ, that by my tribulations and trials, though they be in many numbers, they are the golden cups by which I may drink of for your edification, confirming the love and patience of our Father, tilling and planting the purity of truth into your groaning hearts for the revelation of Jesus Christ your Savoir and love, that you by no means search any excuse to deny Him but by the wants of your own hearts condemning yourselves to the eternal condemnation awaiting all those that choose by freewill “that” which they can see, leaving behind “that” which they cannot see bringing the very words “Faith and Hope” to no avail.

    I pray my most precious love. Please awaken a dead, angry and wounded heart out of the condemnation of eternal fire awaiting those who know you not and give them the same confirming hope that you so graciously blessed upon me. Watch over them and give them light to see, circumcising their minds for your glory and their understanding, walking in confidence on that narrow road leading to your kingdom. Bless them Father Bless them even from the very concerns of my heart, if it be your will. In your Son’s Blessed name I pray for them Father, for your Glory and Kingdom will come, in your name will a new earth be revealed and may we all find Your Welcoming Arms awaiting us in our day of redemption.
    Amen. My sincerest prayers and gratitude, Thomas
    alamp_4u@yahoo.com

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  3. I just felt the need to share my testimony. please pray that God will show me my next adventure.

    I can hardly remember when I accepted Jesus in my heart. I have been saved since I was ten years old and can’t remember a time when I didn’t believe in God. One night my dad got saved at his job and the following week he took us kids to see thief in the night. my sister thought the movie was scary. I didn’t. I didn’t have an emotional breakdown and really I didn’t feel much at all. I just knew I did not want to ever be left behind.
    Anyway some years ago, I was a single mother of three kids. As I found myself divorced. One day I found something I thought I wanted very much and set my heart on it and I began praying about it. I was very demanding about it too and after 3 years of my prayer and not getting answered I took matters into my own hands.
    So one morning, I took my Bible to work with me and threw it in the dumpster at work. I remember thinking to myself that, I was choosing to burn in hell this. I was after all choosing the world over God in my mind. And I remembering thinking to myself; then so be it. But I had no clue what it really meant. The next day when I went into work I found my Bible sitting on my desk. The fact that it was there startled me and I stared at it for quite some time. I had the eeriest feeling about it. At the end of the day; I again found myself staring at my Bible and I knew God was asking me are you sure about this? So I snatched up my Bible and said maybe someday just give me a little time and so I took my Bible home with me and left it sit on my night stand for about 10 years or so. I didn’t open it, I didn’t read it. It just set there collecting dust. And I continued in my life of disobedience against God.
    At one point in my life, I moved away from Oakville to try and start a new life elsewhere, but something drew me back. I was so home sick that I found myself coming home every weekend. Finally in the end; I moved back to Oakville and purchased a mobile home park from my mother. She had never ever purchased flood insurance, not once in the 16 years that she had owned it. And I was content to finally be a business owner.
    But the business was not profitable enough to support me solely; so I had to work another job as well. One day in February 2008 as I was driving to Wapello (a town 12 miles away) I had a thought that would not leave my mind. I thought that I needed to get flood insurance. I tried to banish the thought from my mind. After all it’s never flooded in Oakville before. The river wasn’t high either. There was absolutely no reason for me to get flood insurance. But the thought kept nagging at me over and over again and would not leave me alone until I said finally out loud, “ok I’ll get the flood insurance” and then I was at peace. And so I went to the insurance man; who tried to talk me out of getting the insurance. He told me I did not have to have it and later (He told me he had thought I was wasting my money) but I said to him, “I have a bad feeling about this I want flood insurance, humor me” As it turned out; I could only afford insurance on the mobile home I was living in. I didn’t have enough money to insure the rest of my mobile homes. So I got insurance on the mobile home that I was living in and in March the river began to rise. But by the end of March it went back down and I thought I had wasted my money.
    At the end of May 2008 I received a call from Arkansas and was told that my daughter was in jail and would be there for a while. The next day my other child was in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up in a car accident. In early June two weeks after my daughters got into trouble the Iowa the river again began to rise and there was a call for help for sandbagging. We sand bagged day and night.; trying not only to save our town but each other. Drenched in sweat I hefted 40 pound sand bags until my arms were shaking from exhaustion. And we did this day after day.
    On June 14, 2008 As I was taking a break in the local bar and drinking a glass of pepsi, A friend of mine came running into the bar and shouted everybody get out of town now the levee is Gone! Literally with in minutes main street was no longer deserted as there were over 200 cars lined up bumper to bumper honking, and yelling and everybody and I mean everybody was speed dialing on their cell phones; afraid that someone would be left behind and would drown. Isn’t it funny how everyone seems to find God in the intense moments of danger. I was no different. Our mad dash for safety actually caused a traffic jam in town that day and we only had a population of 400 people in our town. As I was sitting in the line of backed up cars trying to get out of town I looked ahead worried I could see that 2 cars ahead of me a van had stopped as two teenagers who had been hauling sandbags on their four wheeler flagged down the woman in the van abandoning their four wheeler on the side of the road. As I sat in line trying to get out of Town I began praying and asking God to not let anyone die, to please, please let us all make it out alive. And you know God heard our desperate prayer; as not one life was lost from our town that day, but another town was not so lucky as a young father did die in the waters up by Wapello. The river topped our Levee and the city of Oakville was completely under water. Water rushed into town at speeds close to 50 mph destroying everything in it’s path. Leaving behind broken homes, broken families and broken hearts. Debris littered every nook and cranny of my town. Although I did manage to save about a truck load of my things my Bible wasn’t one of them, in fact it never crossed my mind to grab it. And so the flood hit my town and my home.
    I had over 4 feet of water in my home and about 6 foot of mold as the Water that stayed in town for 20 days. My book case rotted and collapsed; but my Bible although it had water marks on it made it thorough the flood and was salvageable. So I threw my Bible in storage and didn’t give it a second thought. After all I had a huge mess to clean up. And I needed time to get everything cleaned up. I am a social worker by nature, but how can I help others in their healing process when I myself was part of the walking wounded. So I asked my boss for some time off, but it was not granted to me. So I left my job. And then I began to dig my heals in; and I joined every committee and group meetings I could. My reason for this is that I had not moved back to Oakville to live in the town all by myself. If I had wanted to live in the country; I would have moved there. I am a city girl by nature, not a country girl. And so me and my town began the process of rebuilding. In that process the city hired a temporary city manager who was also a pastor. But I stayed clear of that man as I had no intention of turning my life around. After a meeting one day my friend asked me to help her write the Oakville notes that were published in the local papers once a week and I agreed. The object was to keep everybody informed of meetings and to keep the rebuilding efforts alive. And it just kind of took off from there.
    One day while writing I found myself wanting to give the residents some hope and I found myself dusting off my Bible and digging in; for the first time in about 10 years. Somewhere in the process of writing these articles I began to praise and worship God. Unbeknownst to me; I began to grow in love with God once again. And then things really started to happen. Not once before that time had I made a conscious choice to turn my life around. I merely thought I would help get Oakville back up and running and go on with my life as before.
    But that was not to be. Money started getting low and I could not with the economy as it was; find another job. So I took a job working at a convenient store making doughnuts are 4:00 am in the morning.
    One morning A few months later as I pulled into the dark parking lot, I grabbed my purse to take it in with me. But I had a thought that again I could not get out of my head; I know now it was from God. He told me: If you try and take your purse in with you could get mugged. I saw no-one in the parking lot; and I had absolutely no reason to be afraid; but the thought would not leave me. So I left my purse with my wallet locked in my car. And I went into work and locked the door behind me, as fast as I could. In fact I couldn’t get it locked fast enough. Working alone in a bad area of town at that time of night is kind of scary. Anyway a few minutes later, I heard a loud banging noise and thought it was the air compressor and maybe I should put an out of order sign on it. But then God said; if you unlock that door you will be a sitting target. (You know I wish I could recognize God voice when he is talking to me at the time he is talking to me, instead of after the fact) so I went about my work and forgot all about it. A few hours later my boss came in and told me that my car had been broken into. And sure enough when I went to see; my driver side window was bashed in; my purse and wallet with all my cash, as I had just cashed my pay check were all gone and beside my car was a 4 foot 2×4 board. And I knew that had I gone outside when I heard the noise; I would have been attacked. Naturally I was upset and left work. As I started my car to go home A Christian radio station was on the air. I never listen to Christian music. (Not at that time in my life) but the song that was playing touched my heart. (Now I listen to nothing else) when I got home I prayed to God, it was probably one of most honest prayers I had ever said. I merely told him that “if who ever took my money wanted it for food then it was ok, but if it were for something illegal then I wanted it back.”
    The next day at work a cop showed up at my job and in his hand was my wallet and all my money, and cards. Everything was still in it. Praise God. I went home later that day and opened my Bible again, but this time I didn’t do it for the residents of Oakville. I did it for myself. The next day I after work I made a bee line to city hall knocked on Dan bucks office door, (the part time pastor I chose to avoid) anyway I knocked on his open door walked in, shut the door behind me and said, “Lets Pray” I turned my life around that day and for all intense purposes; I have not put my Bible down again. After that Day I couldn’t stay way every morning I found myself in Dan’s office asking question and discussing God, many times people who were walking by the office would hear something we were discussing and stop in and join the discussion. In short we were having our own little church services. And for me it was a revival. Dan became too me like Paul was to the early Christians. And again things started to really happen. I used to have nine newish mobile homes; I lost them all in the flood, but somehow God gave me two mobile homes. It’s a start. With my insurance money; I bought a flooded home as there was no saving my trailer and took out a loan and fixed the house. It is awesome if I do say so myself. But even that was a test. As I was growing up, my dad never once showed us girls how to build things, and we weren’t allowed to use power tools, he did not believe women should use power tools at all. We were after all to be married. Since I had flood insurance, I felt that it was wrong to ask for volunteer help; so I had to teach myself how to rebuild my house. I have made some mistakes, but thanks to God I now have a home again. And I continued to write the Oakville notes and read my Bible. And I continued to grow in love with God more than ever before. A while back I had the opportunity to acquire the thing that I had wanted so badly years ago and you know the funny thing about it is that I found I no longer wanted it and I rejected it, time and time again. You see I began feeling like God had a calling for me, I’m not sure exactly how it is going to work out, but I do know he has a calling and I want to fulfill this calling more than anything. So I began searching for a church family where I could grow and I began on the advice of my friend Dan looking for a bible college. The one thing I have learned about the flood is that there is a lack of spiritual leaders during a disaster that can reach people on their own level. Several times I have witnessed people after our disaster walk into church as first time visitors looking for answer only to never return again. There is a huge need in these areas and a huge opportunity; to not only share the love of Jesus through not only rebuilding and construction but also with words of hope. They need to know that they are not only loved but that their lives count for something and that God not only has a purpose for them but a mission for them as well. God has given me a gift for writing and I have written a manuscript about the flood complete with pictures, and it has many stories from the residents of Oakville included in it, (many are not saved) my testimony that I have shared with you is at the end of this manuscript. Now I am just waiting and praying asking God what he wants me to do with it.
    Since the flood I have changed churches and am now attending the open bible church in a town 30 miles away. One Sunday night my pastor suggested that I help him by bring church to the MHI the very place where I had sent my ex-husband to get sober. After I got divorced I didn’t think I would ever go back into that place again but God had other ideas. And so I started helping my pastor. But I didn’t take my bible with me as I was ashamed of what it looked like, the back cover is missing and there is mud and water marks in it from the flood and my mistreatment of it. So I began praying asking God for a new bible. One day at the mental health I gave my testimony; And 10 people received Jesus that day. After that service was over a few people asked me to bring my bible the next day. (They thought it was really old but in fact it is only about 20 years old) so the following week I brought my old broken down bible with me. After the service I needed to go help my sister, I was in a hurry as I knew we had a lot of paper work to fill out. And I walked out of that room forgetting my bible when I got back to my car I realized I had forgotten my bible and went back in for it but the door was lock. I was running short on time so I decided to go to my sister’s house and maybe next week if my bible was still there I could retrieve it. But I wasn’t all that sure if my bible would be there waiting for me. On my way to my sister’s house I began praying I told God that I just didn’t know how I was going to get by even one week without my bible but if someone does steal it please let it be someone who needs it more than me and please oh please let them read it and find Jesus. Upon arriving at my sister’s home I no sooner walked into her home and she said, I have something for you” and in her hand was a brand new leather bible. And It was beautiful. The next week when I walked into the mental health institute for church there on the counter was my old bible, exactly right were I had left it before. Apparently God wants me to have this old bible and in my mind this gives new meaning to the word the living bible, and so I think I will keep it.
    A few months ago; I was sitting in my car in a dark parking lot. Listening to the radio, and praying. I had asked God to open my eyes and please change the way I think. I wanted to know God better. I wanted to have a heart for people like he does. Then a woman came on the air. The next few things that woman said will forever change my life. She like my self had never really considered God to have feelings. I knew Jesus did, but to me God was God. (He was the law, feelings didn’t affect him or so I had always thought.) I had always pictured God as an old man sitting in heaven with a long white beard.
    The next few words this woman uttered put a whole knew light on the word sin. With every sin I commit, I will envision how I (not a Roman) am the one hurtling that whip with the metal scraps tied to the end at Jesus; ripping his skin and causing his skin to hang in bleeding tatters. It was my angry words that put the bruises on his body, causing his face and body to swell, turning purple, making him unrecognizable. It is my sarcastic and shameful acts that put that crown of thorns on his head. And it was my evil thoughts, and desires, and thoughtless acts that drove that spike just a little deeper into his hand; causing his hand to quiver from his nerves re-acting to the pain; causing more blood to be squirt out at me And I will never forget that it was for me that With each step towards Calvary he took he left a foot print filled with blood behind.
    And through out it all in my mind I know God is watching it all happen. And I can’t help but wonder what God was feeling. Could it be that the veil was torn in the tabernacle not only so we can enter into the very presence of God, but also maybe it was torn in pain too, other wise why not just make it disappear. I know Jesus is alive today and he is in heaven, in my car, and in this room very too, but when ever I sin, I will always see that scene in my mind (I will never be the same again.)
    anyway This woman on the radio talked about how this last year she had lost her 3 year old child, who fell down a flight of stairs. She went on to describe how she and her husband had to suffer all kinds of questions, speculations and even accusations from the investigators, neighbors and even so called friends. Anyway when I first heard her say this, I thought to myself (your husband probably pushed the child down the stairs.) (What a jaded way to be thinking)
    Then she said something that just blew my mind. She said, “I never really thought of God as having feelings, but I know now God does feel. I know this because I know first hand some of what God has gone through. I know because God watched his only son die too.” Immediately after she said this there was dead silence on the radio. Everyone was dumb founded and I felt like the very breath had been knocked out of me. I wanted to cry and I told God how very sorry I am, I never meant to hurt him. Talk about changing my way of thinking. I guess God not only decided to answer my prayer right then and there, but he decided to start at ground zero. So let me ask, does God love me? Absolutely he broke a levee and flooded over 200 homes just to get my attention; he got me and my friends out of town safely. He protected me from feeling the full brunt of financial pain and he saved me from a mugging. Today I have a nice home, my business is up and running and my children are now home safe and sound. My God saved me and in the process he taught me how to walk on storming waters.
    Last summer I chose to get re-baptized not just because of my new found faith, not only because I am a new creation in Christ and am burying my old life and not only because I want to confirm my salvation; I have chosen to be re-baptized because I am choosing to be fully commit and I am totally submitting my life, my will and my independence to the will of my savior Jesus Christ completely. I want the world to know that that I love my God and am choosing him and him alone. If God loves me so passionately a person who had walked away from him then think how much he must love the person who has never left his side. You are truly blessed. And if you have walked away God, then God wants you to know that You haven’t blown it. In fact God has a message for you today. He misses you, he still loves you and he wants you back! To the Glory of God on high; my God is awesome! Now that I look back on the flood and the events following it. all I can really say is that it was by far the best time of my life, it was an adventure I wouldn’t change for the life of me, And I miss those days gone by very deeply. How many people can say they got to witness the awesome power of God as the water rushed into town, how many people can say they were witness to the love of God as he rebuilt our town winning battle after battle for us, cutting through government red tape ect…How volunteer after volunteers came year after year bringing with them not only their hearts but their expertise as well and the people here how they would put their own need to provide a warm safe home for their families before the cold winter weather was upon us aside just to help someone unload sheetrock or to help pull a sliver from a neighbor’s hand. I was privilege to be a witness of God’s mercy, love and power at it’s greatest. This last year the last volunteer left this town, their mission complete, our town is rebuilt. And sadly a lot of the residents have reverted back to their lives as before. There is a huge need and opportunity; to not only share the love of Jesus through not only rebuilding and construction but also with words of hope. They need to know that their lives do count for something and that God not only has a purpose for them but a mission for them as well.

  4. i was born into a christian family, ive spent my life in so much sin and found myself only turning to god in need and thats not fair or right. one day i was very scared and i prayed to god and said lord if tou let everything be ol this time i promise from my heart no more bad things i will do i will stop the crimes. and i did and god has watched over me and kept me safe. a while after weeks prob i had some bad news in my family and i was very upset and one morning as i was praying i saw a light flickering in my room at the time i didnt think anything but after i realised it was god he was with me then now and always has been. since then god has performed sonmay miracles in my life and given me so much blessings and love to me and my family to us all. ive had really low points in my life ive been in horrid circumstances. but what i want to share is god is always with us….dont just turn to him in trouble like i once did have a relationship with god and be with him each and every day. god is real and god is love.

  5. My story isn’t heroic or unbelievable. It’s not a story where you would find it a best selling novel or an academy award winning movie. It’s just a simple and honest story that has forever changed my life.

    I always went to church Sundays. Mondays through Saturday I would live my life not for Him but against Him. I went through the motions in church, not really grasping the message and giving a half effort worship. I never read the Bible (I always made excuses it was too hard to read). I pretended to be “Christian” on Sunday’s at church but behind the mask was a lost person who followed the crowd and made bad decisions. I always felt there was something wrong with me mentally, consistently plotting about taking my own life.

    When I got a girlfriend my senior year of high school all my priorities changed. My main focus was on her, pushing people to the side and of course pushing my Savior to the side. I would make up excuses about not attending church. I got caught up in the lust, and the people I hung around with didn’t make it any better. Our relationship became toxic and unhealthy and I was feeling something missing inside. A day after spending our 4 year anniversary together my girlfriend broke up with me. Leaving me with a broken heart and all alone. It was an unhealthy relationship to begin with and we had our fair share of fights but I still loved her. I didn’t know what to do. I felt like my whole world was gone and it was the end.

    It wasn’t until one of my friends who I let disappear came back into my life a couple days after my break up. She is a strong Christian girl and helped me cope with the break up. One day she gave me Rick Warren’s Purpose Life Driven book that forever changed my life. Reading that book took away all the pain I had felt. I no longer felt alone or hurt. I knew that God was with me since day one. All He ever wanted was a relationship with Him.

    September 4, 2012 my life changed…for the better. I have gotten to know God so much more now. I love reading the Bible and learning about God’s Word and spreading it to my friends. I enjoy going to Church and really take note on the messages. I have gotten involved more in the Church by serving and becoming a member of my church. I still struggle with so many temptations out there but knowing God’s grace and love is something truly amazing. When I thought my life was over it just began. When one door closes another one opens.

    I thank my Lord for everything He has done for me. I thank Him for the bad times because without them who knows where I will be. I’m not where I want to be with my relationship with Christ but I’m so much more ahead then where I was. What love is more powerful then Jesus dying on the cross for OUR sins?! God has opened my eyes and made me hear His good word and has given me a chance to become a disciple of Christ.

    If you’re going through a rough time and don’t know what to do…open up the Bible and start reading. It’s amazing what God can do when we call on His name! I’m not even close to being perfect…I’m a hypocrite, a sinner but with Christ’s blood I am saved…we ALL are saved!