We are very excited about what God is doing in our lives!
Psalm 145:4 says, "One generation shall praise Your works to another and shall declare Your mighty acts." It is our desire to declare to you, the mighty acts which God has done in our lives! Some of the testimonies are of everyday needs being meet. Others tell stories of lives saved from death. It is good for us to know that God desires to be intimately involved in every part of our lives. The small and the big. It is with that thought which we offer the following testimonies of what God has done for us. May He be forever praised!
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Today, March 31, 2019, is one year since God sent me to St. Peter's Hospital for the doctors to revise my colostomy bag and reattach my intestines and colon. I am in good spirits.
God has opened a way for me to leave my home without going into foreclosure. He sent a man who wants my house and is willing to take over the mortgage.
God has given me so much; peace and love around me where ever I go; but especially in my own life and home. Amen!
God gave me the straight head to go stay at Patty's house and be able to go up and down her stairs without getting dizzy. Amen!
God has delivered me from being involved in witchcraft, tarot cards, horoscopes and other forms of the occult. I gave my heart to Christ in 2004. (Colossians 3)
In the first year I was saved my bank account was compromised and money was withdrawn by someone. The Lord provided in a way I couldn't have imagined – through my barber; who is also a Christian. His heart was moved to give me $800 in order to give back what was taken.
I had a torn retina and I have diabetic retinopathy and had to have surgery. The doctor said my vision may not be the same after the surgery; but God has controlled the retinopathy and my vision has improved and I give Him the glory for it!
In August of 2018 I was very ill with a tick-borne disease called ehrlichiosis. I know that the Lord's hand was upon me through the three-week ordeal. I was unable to function on a daily basis as all I could do was sleep and even the smallest outlay of energy sent me back into bed. While I was diagnosed quickly and given the proper medication, it was one I had been told I couldn't have because of life threatening consequences. I put myself totally in the Lord's hands and had no adverse effects, but the doctor warned me that it would be another 6-8 weeks before I felt any better at all.
A few nights later after an extremely hard and exhausting day and after I had hands laid on me at church in healing prayer, I woke up at 2:45 in the morning. I experienced the overwhelming presence of the Holy Spirit in my bedroom and the words: "You are healed this moment in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Healed by the name of Jesus; by the blood of Jesus; by the power of Jesus; by the love of Jesus. Your faith has made you whole. The resurrection power that raised Jesus from the dead runs through you. Any darkness of illness in your body has been rendered powerless. Healed in the name of Jesus. I then spoke what happened: "I am healed in the name of Jesus!" Like stepping from a dark room into one in full light, I was completely and instantly healed from ehrlichiosis. I literally jumped out of bed with health and energy for that day and every day since. It took me longer to write this testimony than it took the hand of God to perform that healing. JESUS HEALS - YESTERDAY - TODAY – FOREVER!
Thanks be to God who always leads us in the triumph of Christ... (2 Corinthians 2:14)
Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift! (2 Corinthians 9:15)
Jesus delivered me from a life of fear and uncertainty; a life of overwhelming, paralyzing emotions. He delivered me into the life I live today with Him through His sacrificial love on the cross. Through His death and resurrection, I am able to live life in the Holy Spirit. Because He has wiped away all my sin by His redeeming act of love, I have traded the filthy rags of my own righteousness for the spotless robes of righteousness that clothe me today. I have put on Jesus as a garment and fragrance. This is what I wear, and no one can ever remove it from me. This realization brings me to my knees every time I think upon it. It is with inexpressible joy and thanks that I praise my God for sending His Son, Jesus; my Savior and Redeemer!
This is a praise report for my friend Diedre who was in 4th stage bone cancer. The doctor has given her a clean bill of health! Thank you for all your faithful prayers. The foster child she had to give up has been taken into a Christian home, was recently baptized and will hopefully be adopted by this family soon. Praise God from whom ALL blessings flow with great abundance, and more than we could ever think or ask! Diedre received her miracle, thank you, Lord Jesus.
I thank the Holy Spirit for the wisdom to know what to say when I brought the knowledge of Jesus to others. I also thank Him especially for those times for helping me bring those people in my life who were taking their last breaths, to acceptance of Jesus as their Messiah.
I thank the Lord for giving me the blessing of being able to serve others when I can. I think it's the way I serve the Lord best. Of course, it goes without saying, I have weak areas in my walk that I am still working on.
When I was a teenager, I went on a class trip to Wassaic State Hospital. I visited a ward of hydrocephalic children. It turned me from being the self-centered and somewhat non-compassionate person I was becoming, into a person that knew this life wasn't just about me and my problems.
God gratefully saw me thru three or four car accidents in my life. No one was injured in any of those incidents (Praise the Lord!!)
God has given me the opportunity to be here so that I may serve; not simply by birth via my Mom, but by the fact that by His hand He saw my Mom thru an experimental surgery. That surgery could have just as well killed her. At twenty months of age, she and another infant (a boy whose name is known only to God) had to have heart surgery. At that time, it was a new surgery. My Mom and the other child were admitted to Columbia Presbyterian Hospital in NYC. Both teams of surgeons used slight variations of the surgical technique used. The little boy passed away; and of course, my Mom survived.