Sunday morning I made a commitment with a dear friend of
mine to work together to get in shape. However, I do have a family reunion coming
up this weekend so I obviously can’t go on a full blown diet until after that,
right!? So… No soda for me right now!
Pray that there are no withdrawals, and no headaches! In Jesus name, Amen!
I felt new, I felt free, I felt God.
The testimony I had written for AndrewPeters and his ministry.
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The very first Awakening Conference I
went to, I did not want to be there. My husband was going after being invited
by a few friends and asked if I would join him. A few minutes after telling him
that I did not want to go, a weird guilty feeling rose up. My husband and
I were in the process of adopting my younger sisters, putting our entire hearts
and faith into the situation. April 25th, 2011 we received word that
the adoption had fell through, crushing all of my faith. April 29th,
2011 I walked into ‘The Gate’ not knowing what I was getting myself into. I sat
there, not enjoying myself all throughout praise and worship. As Andrew walked
up to begin his sermon, he looked around the room with a pain in his eyes. The
pain in his eyes seemed to match the very own in my heart as I set there. Some
of the very first words which came out of his mouth I will never forget. “As I
look around this room tonight, I see someone here that has a huge cloud hanging
over their head. This dark gray cloud just hovering above them full of pain,
however, I’m not going to point them out.” I was sitting in the very back row,
all the way in the corner beside my husband. I
felt as if I was the only person in the room as he spoke those words.
After a few minutes of pretending not to listen I noticed myself getting deep
into the lesson God had provided Andrew to give that night. My heart was
feeling extremely heavy as the lesson continued. I wanted to cry, however I had
forbidden myself to cry. I wanted to scream. I held it in. That night when
Andrew gave the alter call, I was holding back not wanting to walk to the
front. After noticing everyone in the room standing in the front, I went down
and took my place beside my husband. As
soon as Andrew made his way to Bobby and asked him a simple question, I lost it.
I starting crying harder then I had ever let myself. Bobby had told him the
situation and he began praying for both of us. While he was praying, I quietly
gave my life back to Christ. All I could keep shouting was “I cannot do this by
myself, God I need you.”
April 30th, 2011. The second
night of the first conference, I was eager to attend. I enjoyed the praise and
worship, I also enjoyed the lesson. Andrew began praying for injuries and
illnesses, and Bobby placed his hand on my shoulder asking me if I would like
to be prayed for. I was skeptic at first then realized that I needed to place
my faith fully in Christ. I went up and whispered to Jeannie that I would like
to be prayed for. I wanted to be healed from asthma and migraines, which I had both my entire life.
As Andrew began praying for me, he asked me to take a deep breath in and
release it several times. While praying and breathing myself, I noticed a change in my breathing.
I felt as if I was getting cleaner oxygen and more of it into my lungs than
ever before; not only that, I felt as if I completely had a new set of lungs. I
also told him I suffered from migraines for quite some time. I had a constant
one in the back of my head that I had just learned to live with because it
never went away. Andrew placed his thumb and middle finger gently on each side
of my forehead and began praying. I also began praying with him asking for God
to relieve the pain. As soon
as he removed his fingers, I felt the healing.
It was a wonderful feeling and something that I will never take for granted. I
felt new, I felt free, I felt God.
From that start my relationship with
God begin to take off faster than imagined, I wanted to learn more, I wanted to
pray more, I just wanted more! I had battled so much, from deep depression,
anxiety attacks, self harm, and a few other addictions. Every step closer to
God I had gone, Satan dragged me back two by bringing back old feelings, old
memories, or old temptations. I asked God to take a look at my heart and mind
and to ‘take out all the trash’ and to make me new. I was raised in an abusive
home, afraid to share true feelings and thoughts. I ran from anything that
seemed to help me in the long run. I went to church, where my family and I
‘played’ church. None of our church family knew our home life or how I was
hurting inside. The church we attended, taught us from a young age that women
were suppose to remain silent in the church. My only release was inflicting
pain to myself, not wanting to cause anyone else pain by sharing my own. After
a few years, and gaining more and more scars I decided to seek help. I spent
every morning of my sophomore year of high school in the school counselors’
office showing him my new scars from the night before. After several months of
him telling me that he was going to have to call someone to report the
injuries, I walked into his office once more and just began crying. Later that
day when I got home from school, my pastor, youth pastor, grandmother, and a
social worker were sitting in the front room waiting for me.
In the
past 6 months God has shown me; that I have a voice, freedom from worldly
things, freedom to forgive, and total freedom!
God not only gave us a voice to praise and honor him, but to also share him! He
wants to tell others of how wonderful, how powerful, and how merciful he is. We
have a responsibility to tell the world how he was placed on this earth to die
on the Cross to pay for OUR sins! In Matthew 6, verse 24 talks about comparing
worldly things to God. It reads “No one can serve two masters. For you will
hate one and love the other; or you will be devoted to one and despise the
other. You cannot serve both God and money.” I used to worry so much about if I
had enough money, if I would fit into that crowd of people, or if I liked the
same thing they did. Most of those things that the ‘in’ crowds were doing were
not for Christ nor were they Christ-Like. I have learned that Christ accepts
all, especially those who feel broken and incomplete.
The freedom to forgive was a hard one
for me to grasp until I read Ephesians 4:32. (Be kind and compassionate to one
another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.)
Understanding the power of true forgiveness will surely change the way you both
look and feel about it. Being able to look at the man who caused the
death of your father and knowing in your heart that you have forgiven him is
truly amazing. Not holding any feeling other then mercy and love towards him,
is a warming feeling when you can understand God also looks at you that way.
When I talk about total freedom, I am talking about realizing the cause of my
depressing thoughts. Being able to take a deep breath without coughing and
becoming short of breath from asthma symptoms. Watching my depression
medication go into the trash and knowing I will never need them again. Praying
that prayer of faith, and knowing I am no longer alone. Watching the
self-inflicted scars from my past vanish from my skin. Placing my hand on
someone in need of prayer and lifting my voice to the Lord, praying in faith.
I am not perfect nor will I ever claim
to be, but I do know God is with me. I know the hunger I have for His Word, His
Glory, and His Love will never vanish as I continue to grow. I know that Satan
does not have the authority to attack me or the people I love and care for. I
also know that God can take the damaged and broken little girl who wants to end
her life and turn her into a beautiful and mighty warrior for Christ. What can God do for you?
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