Testimonies.... in the holy spirit. Not only has God stamped my heart for the fellowship and learning with my church family my church, but He has shown me that he is my bread of life, my Lord. I always said, if something was to ever happen to my dad, I don't know what I would do. I assumed that I would be beside my self. Funny thing is, I am. One the day that I received the unexpected call, I was very distraught. The call never said for certain of the situation, but other happenings had my mind made up. Being almost 2 hours away from him, I had time to kind of regroup and gather my thoughts. No one would really tell me what was actually happening, but calls of comfort had already started coming in. I just calmed down with a moment of silence with tears running down my face. Then a calm assurance came over me and I was with peace. Of course I had asked God why. It was his time to go home. Be grateful that he didn't have to suffer. I said thank you to God. Throughout the next few days, He had to tap me on my shoulder a few times with the same reminder. I was stronger than I thought I could ever be, for my mom. There were times that I wowed myself. But I know that it wasn't me, it was He who strengthens me, and it still is.
On one of my rough days, I was talking to God and I asked him, "I just wish I could see his face just one more time." People always said be careful what you ask for......a couple of nights later, my dad was in a dream clear as day with my pawpaw coming into a house to see me. There were no words said, but there was comfort in my heart.
Just the other day, God gave me more to witness about. While talking to a friend of the family, in a regular conversation, she says "Your dad says he is proud of you." I asked what? And busted out crying. She kind of shook her head apologizing saying that she had to, she was sorry. I have been through some rough patches in life, but I have always been a daddy's girl. I am grateful that I had the opprotunity to tell both of my parent's how much I appreciated and how grateful I am to have them as my parent's, but I wanted to hear them say that they were proud of me. So when she said that out of the blue, I know it was from God.
God knows all. While I was searching, you have been there all along. My earthly father was "my everything" on earth, God is my everything everywhere. God stamped my heart a long time ago, blessing me with so much. I maybe didn't realize it a long time ago, but my gratefulness and willingness to abide means much more. Thank you Lord for all that you have done, and all that you are going to do. I ask that you continue to use me. Use me in the eyes of the boys and girls in Kenya. Let your light shine through me. In Jesus' name ..... Amen
I first expect to be nervous. Missions internationally is a new walk for me with the Lord. Once we arrive in Kisimu, I expect some heartfelt greetings and some not so good greetings. When I think of how we, as citizens of the US, have treated "foreigners", i am expecting bad vibes, but also great vibes because Casondra has already cleaned a pathway for us. I also am interested in the food that we will be consuming. I am not picky and I know that I will be less picky when hungry (smile), but still interested. The most important thing, i expect to be prepared with God's touch, to lead and guide me, giving me the words and expressions to express to those receptive to build our relationship. I expect a great change within me.
What happens when you tell God yes?
Yes God I will spread your word to everyone.
But what happens when you are in a conversation with a close friend that you have had for about 5 years, and they tell you that they don't believe in God our Father. My friend told me she believes there are many gods but not the one living God that we serve. I looked and asked for scripture to help aid me reconcile to her that He is God, the one who sits high and looks low. That's Him, our savior, our protector, our food, our strength and our shelter, etc. So I called my big little sister in Christ for assistance because I couldn't just let this go but I was getting lost for words and my heart told me to call her. When I did, we learned that, no, she didn't believe in the "Bible" at all. What now?I have shared many testimonies with her and she knows who He is to me. My sister did give her a resource and my friend was more than willing to examine her suggestion. Though my friend speaks out on how she perceives her thoughts, she is open to have a change of heart which is an awesome start! This has weighed heavy on my heart. This girl said that she used to consider herself a christian, but now she sees God differently. She did share with me that she had a rough childhood, being raped etc, and we sat and cried together sharing bad events that had taken place in our past. I told her that we can't be chained to those events and that THERE IS SOMETHING BIGGER that awaits for us: God in heaven. I told her that I would pray for her, and she said ok, and I did with her there silently and I have every since. I am just scared of how God may have to show himself to her again.
I ask that we pray for lost souls and ask God to be with us and guide us when we encounter situations such as these.
So, today has been one of those when you scream "the devil is a lie!" Indeed he is. I rebuke him with the blood of my God Almighty.
When you see me at my worst, you think that you can build road blocks to keep me from my God.
I serve an awesome God who sits high, and He told me He would never leave or forsake me. He walks with me and He talks to me. I know He wouldn't put more on me than He can handle.
I may not be able to, but I know when I give it to Him, He will carry me through. God has great things in store, and by His grace, I will be apart of it. For my God lives, and within me, I will shine His light, even if it kills me!!
Every since I was born, my mom always required us to go to church. It didn't matter where, we just had to go somewhere. My mom and dad never married, so they didn't share the same religion. My mom is Catholic, and my dad was Baptist. My dad went to church when he went, and my mom went to church faithfully every Sunday, so I was Catholic. I was baptized when I was a baby, I had my First Communion, and was a regular member. But that was all I was, a member.
I had already had my first child (15yrs.old), and she was baptized as a baby as Catholic. So after I graduated High School, we moved out. We didn't attend church on the regular, if any. Growing up we had order/rules because dad was always in the police force, which came along with morals and values. I always knew the qualities and characteristics of God and I wanted and knew I needed a closer walk with Him. So after I moved in, out, and around my hometown, my 2 girls and I moved to Nicholasville where we felt at home. After living here for 3 or 4 years, we also found our church home. I was re-baptized. When I was a baby I didn't have any knowlege; it was my parents' choice. As an adult I made my own decision and my own relationship with God. I learned that it's not about religion but RELATIONSHIP!
I have a daughter who is Deaf, so there is a communication barrier that we had to overcome. The best solution that we found fit, was for her to attend Deaf based church so she could be fed the word of God. She has learned a lot and also chose to be baptized again.
Throughout these life changes that God has placed in our lives, we have learned a lot. The main thing that I have learned is that, some of my characteristics (ex: doing things for others) are a gift from God and are meant to be used to glorify His name. There is so much that I have learned by being a student. More than anything, I love to share is His LOVE!! And that's what I look forward to do everyday.