I was only nine years old when I asked Jesus into my heart at a Christian Camp. My life was fairly good because my Mom loved me so much and always prayed over me. Later in life I married and had two children, but the marriage only lasted six years. I was left to raise two children alone. I did not have much money; so, I received help from the State.
I was only nine years old when I asked Jesus into my heart at a Christian Camp.
Many years passed. My children grew up and left home, but by now I had a drinking problem. I did remarry in 1980 to a wonderful man, but my drinking did not stop. I was invited to a Church in 1984, where I had an encounter with the Holy Spirit. When I went to the alter I was transformed. I was delivered from drinking and smoking. A few months later, I was also healed of a severe female problem.
I tell people how I went from welfare and food stamps to managing two condos.
I attended Church regularly, started to tithe, and then went to Bible School. I now have a Christian husband, a nice home, and two rental units. I tell people how I went from welfare and food stamps to managing two condos. I have been healed many times by Jesus and am always amazed at the faithfulness of God. I am now 70 years old and continue to love and serve the Lord. I tell others of his saving grace, his healing power, deliverance from bondage, and his provision.
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I’d been drinking all day long and pulled out into the path of an oncoming vehicle with a with a woman and all of her children packed into this car. They T-boned me and at that moment everything went blank.
One Sunday the music director said the handbell choir needed more members. I thought, “No, I wasn’t ready to get involved.” At the end of the service I found myself volunteering for bell choir!
One Sunday afternoon I was sitting drunk in a bar, and I’m looking around. The only ones in the bar were the bartender, some shady looking guy in the corner, my ex-boyfriend’s mom, and me. I heard this voice in my head say, “What am I doing here?”
This past year I found a black dot on my thumbnail that looked like a pencil point. Nothing much to it. Then it became an abrasion at the end of my nail. My doctor referred me to an orthopedic surgeon who found it to be malignant skin cancer.
At that point I said, “I can’t do this myself. It’s in your hands, God.” That part I remember clearly. It turns out that it was really, really was up to Him (and a good surgeon).
So when drugs and alcohol came around, it was easy for me to say “yes,” because I didn’t have anything in me saying “no” anymore. As I got more involved with drugs, I got into more crime. I started committing violent crimes, selling drugs, abusing drugs ended up back up in prison.