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 Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:48 pm
I love testimonys. Always gives me hope that someday I'll have one to share
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:45 am
uhmmm
i know i have some..
one that's coming to mind is
shortly after i got saved, i prayed that God would give me the opportunity to talk to my older brother face to face about his salvation within 12 months time. We hadn't seen eachother for a couple years and because of circumstances had grown very distant from one another.
and God did allow me the privilege of talking to him, face to face before a year had passed.
I remember how thankful I felt to God while i was standing there talking to my brother about whether or not he had ever trusted Christ.
The time in my life when being saved was brand new to me was a very sweet and exciting time. Also a somewhat heart breaking time too because i was expecting certain people and family members to be excited for me and my new life in Christ Jesus, but they didnt embrace it like i thought they would.
well.. that's 1 testimony for now.
I'm sure i'll think of some others. razz
heart
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:12 am
This is a story(completely true) with the message: Never doubt God. I've been hoping I'd have a chance to tell some one this. A few weeks ago, I was sitting on my bed, just thinking, and my dad and brother were planning on going to the Belgium Grand Prix, but my brother couldn't find his passport. This automatically started off an argument. My brother was tired of my dad's temper, and my dad was just angry. Shouting, slamming, the lot.
Then my brother left the house, and my mum( who never gets this angry) started yelling, then screaming, and then hitting and smashing my brother's stuff in his room. I felt so scared. I'm such a wimp at the best of times. All I could do was sit and pray. So thats what I did. I sang as well. My brother's girlfriend(who I think of as a sister) took me outside in the dark(wearing my dressing gown) for a walk while my parents and brother sorted everything out. Before long my parents were in Belgium, and my brother(a 20 year old man) was in silent tears. Everything was fine. My prayers were answered, and faith rewarded. Never doubt!
Sorry, Ive just realized how long that is
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 3:28 am
Um....I have to use the first letter of the people's names...confidental stuff.
Well....it's hard to say. I mean, before I made the commitment, I went to a Catholic Church and a Catholic School (which didn't really do anything to me) and I was in a bad situation. Bullied. No buts about it. I did have a few friends but no besties untill 2003 when I met my bestie V. over a pencil. From that day, we clicked to each other and the rest is history. But I was completely shy when it was Church. I mean, when it was a weekend sleepover, well....I had to go to church. I didn't really have a choice. Most of her family belonged to the Salvation Army which I belong to now (more about that shortly), and to tell you the truth, looking back on it now, I was waaay too quiet....in a spirital way. That's when I met J. She was like a spritual mother to me when I began to...well...go there properly in 2004 when V. was over in Aussie....all because of a dance or something....and I decided to go the next day and I never turned back since. It was like God saying, this is where you belong and if I decided to move you to another "family", you're staying. V. got a shock when she returned. 2006, I didn't really remember but God wanted me to try a Christian School again and was enrolled in a school (one of those yr1-13 schools. I don't understand your grading system but you get the picture. I was Yr 10) and graduated last year. It was 2007 when things got a bit up. I was enrolled as an adearant on the same day that V. was enrolled as a Solder....By K. on her 2nd Sunday with us (The appointments or as we call it, the General Change). At a concert (a free one), thats when I made the commitment for the first time. I was with my Youth Group at the time. I know, like newborn Christians, they're problay like, alright, I'm ready to face the world, but I wasn't like that. I mean, I was like, ok, I done it. Now what? Youth councils, I first felt the presence. Yes, THE presence. I mean, somehow, I was having contact. I couldn't open my eyes at all. When I finally did, that's when I was able to see a sight I never seen before....which we all have seen. A climax of prayer. I was, somehow, well, calm....unlike the tears that comes down out of nowhere. 2008 was a good year untill K. left for Scotland and that's where she is now...well, got appointed. Last year, a new officer...well Captin came and she brought life back into the corps that I attend. L. rocks and upto this day, she keeps an eye on me...and pulling me up once in a while but that's how we...well...learn. Also J. left to Hawkes Bay.
Now to 2010. I was given a promise card with a verse (I will update it when I have it in front of me), which relates what happened. I attened a creative arts camp and I was able to communicate with my "other half" if you know what I mean...I suck at spelling. And 'she' said I was chosen for a special task of somesort. Probaly the Call but I decided to wait till the day when I find what I have to do.
Well, that's me....kinda sweatdrop
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