I was a practicing Christian and belonged to the LDS Church but after my divorce, I was shunned and I really haven’t gone back and I haven’t been interested in any other gathering. My faith and my relationship with God is something somebody else has no say or judgement over. Me and my god have our own set of rules and commandments that I follow in my daily living and I’m comfortable to say that I’m A-okay now and in the after life. Thank you for asking and I hope you take this message as positive because I’m happy!
My testimony is that God is good. In 2014 I was rushed to the E.R. my appendix had ruptured and I was bleeding out. A man I hated my whole childhood (my step-father) was my only option to get there. When I arrived I found out he had saved my life. I had ovarian cancer and my left tube and ovary had shut down from infection. I also had a 2 1/2 pound tumor and 2 golf ball sized cysts. I was told when I was pulled out of my 2nd surgery that I would not be able to have children anymore. I prayed for a little girl my whole life and wouldn’t have her. Almost a year later I got pregnant and I was raped. I carried a healthy beautiful baby girl to term. My remaining tube was closed. But I now have two beautiful children. In 2017 God blessed me again. I fell into depression and relapsed and had an allergic reaction that sent me to the hospital 3 times and swelled my face up recognizable. I could not eat solid food for almost a month and it took me almost a year to be normal. I would not feel safe anywhere. Today, I am good. I am humbled by life and I feel like some of the things I have gone through, others would not have made it out of. I watch these shows on TV and I see the pain and its empathetic to me, but more so, look what my God brought me through. As I am blessed to be here every extra moment with my children, my Father has made it so. I am witness to many miracles in my life, many answered prayers and much hope. He hears!
I grew up in the church, so I am very blessed in that aspect. I’d like to share a story about my 8 yr old son though… He has such a compassionate heart and would give someone the shirt off his back if he thought it would help them. He has always been willing to help those around him, and been bullied because of it by some of his peers.. and with his amazing heart, rather then change, he has prayed for the bullies.
Meting new people around town and on the bus, he has stopped what he is doing to pray for people. Never worrying about where we were, or others around him. Or without being asked to by me, or anyone else for that matter. I’ve lost count of the times he’d be talking to someone on the bus, and ask the person if he could pray for them.
My son himself is in chronic pain, and has a tumor that has been deemed “inoperable”, but aside from those close to the family, he always tries to put on a happy face, and doesn’t ask for much for himself.
He loves to read the Bible, and regularly asks questions. It has been incredible to watch him grow in his walk with Christ as he learns more and grows in faith.
I know he is young.. I mean he is only 8 yrs old. But for being so young, he never ceases to amaze me. He has an amazing heart that shows the love of God so often. I feel blessed to be his mother. Despite my short comings, he continues to grow into a wonderful young man of God.
I had a really bad childhood and teenager years. I got hooked on drugs from an early age, lived in the streets, and every time I would think I got myself together I would fall right back into the life style. I have been raped 2 times, beat, locked in rooms chained to a bed for weeks. It has taken 20 years to get right and it is all The Good Lord’s Doing. He saved me from myself. Now I help others who have had a childhood like I did and all. I do have 3 daughters, Amazing Daughters. And they help me as well. A lot of really horrible things have happened to me, I use to blame God for it all, but it wasn’t His fault. We are supposed to be a maximum service to God and our fellows, and we all have a purpose in life. And my purpose is to help others, and if I had never experienced any of those horrible things then I wouldn’t be able to help anyone in the same situations. And if my story helps at least one person then I’ve fulfilled my purpose.
Thank You and God Bless
When I was 22, after my grandparents and my mom died, I reached out to my estranged father. His son called me back and told me he said he was not my dad. I started drinking and doing drugs heavily for years until one day a crack dealers mom told me that I was too pretty to smoke crack and that God loved me! I laid down the drugs and alcohol and went back to school. I now have a college degree and am an advocate for animals and missing children! By the grace of God I am off the streets and back in church. Praise the Lord!
I grew up in a Christian home. Went to private school but I found my own faith when I went to YWAM in Australia and that changed my life as a 19 year old and I grew so close to God and had amazing experiences helping and reaching out to people. And I gave my shirt off my back to a homeless man and a bible and a friend and I prayed with him and he became a Christian that night and it felt so good to help people.
I left a domestic violence relationship this fall. I felt my life was over before I could escape…I was not allowed friends, not allowed to leave the house, not allowed to contact family even. I felt so lost and alone. I wanted to give up on life…
I was sent to a hospital to recover from the abuse. And there, I was talking to a teenager who expressed her testimony. She told me that I couldn’t keep fighting – I need to let God do his part too. Fighting against the tow doesn’t always make things easier…
I started going to church again, along with my two toddlers. I have my own job. I have my own place…my life is now beginning with God again.