Post by Jo Smith on Apr 14, 2009 11:34:23 GMT -5
A question was asked, how did believing in God change your life or give you. I feel this work at Yahoo is doing more to help people than any other work I have done on computer. I feel it is helping strengthen young Christians. I hope it will lead some of the unbelievers into true faith.
this testimony is my answer:
As a child I would always feel God near me. It gave me a feeling of glory and wonder. I cherished those times when I would be alone and feel his Holy presence come to me. He guided me all the days of my life. I am now 70 years old after having been told by doctors that I would not live to be ten.
I always prayed about everything in my life. If I went to a dentist, I prayed for him to not hurt me. He never did. I prayed about my tests at school. Always an A student.
My entire life has been built on the joy of the Lord. It is not imagination.
At the time of a miscarriage my soul was in deep grief, but the joy of the Lord filled my room and my soul. It made the lose bearable. I knew the joy of the Lord even in great grief.
Later my husband died. I felt so much grief that I thought I would lose my mind. I determined not to go to the funeral. My sisters prayed for me just before the funeral. I felt the power of God flow down through my head, my arms, my fingers, and down to the tips of my toes.
It took that pain and carried it back up my body and out the top, as it had come down into me. When it finished, I was as calm and peaceful as I am right now. I went to the funeral and felt the joy of the Lord, amidst great grief and fear. I had small children to finish raising alone. Nothing but a live and powerful and loving God could have performed that for me. It would have been humanly impossible.
My God carried me through it all. He opened doors to me which only God could have done. He spoke to me several times during all of this and told me things, how certain things would go. Others tried to lead me different, but I told them, no, It will be this way. And that is how it was.
A few years later my little girl, the most precious thing in my life, was killed. I truly wanted to die and go with her. I suffered two years, soul tearing grief. I would at times lay down in the woods and hope a poison snake would come along and bite me and get me out of my torment.
After two years, I knew I could not stand it any longer, and for the first time I prayed and asked God to take the grief out of me. I had not wanted to give it up too soon. I knew she was worth grieving over. But the time came I could not stand it any longer. When I asked God to take it from me, it never returned.
When my house burned, I felt the joy of the Lord flowing through me as a river. Such peace is indescribable. The house was only two years old. It was a personal grief, but the peace of the Lord carried me through it and I could not grief, knowing this had to be the will of the Lord, even though I did not understand it.
Through it all, God has made himself more and more powerful in my life. He has strengthened me to the extent that I rely on him for everything. He walks with me and talks with me every single day. It is not imagination.
The comfort of the Scriptures has been my sustaining power through all the grief.
At the time my Mother had her first stroke, God showed me she would be alright. Even though my five sisters thought she would die then, I told them no, she will be alright. She was.
When she had the second stroke they all thought she would be fine. I told them, no. She is going to die this time. She did. God had let me know.
He is real. Many, many other such things I could tell you. But for now, just know that the True God is real and alive in those of us who truly believe. Those of you who think you at one time believed, have been deceived. You did not truly believe. You never came to know God. such a pity. These bad things happen in everyone's life. I would hate to have to go through those things without my God there to comfort me and lead me.
this testimony is my answer:
As a child I would always feel God near me. It gave me a feeling of glory and wonder. I cherished those times when I would be alone and feel his Holy presence come to me. He guided me all the days of my life. I am now 70 years old after having been told by doctors that I would not live to be ten.
I always prayed about everything in my life. If I went to a dentist, I prayed for him to not hurt me. He never did. I prayed about my tests at school. Always an A student.
My entire life has been built on the joy of the Lord. It is not imagination.
At the time of a miscarriage my soul was in deep grief, but the joy of the Lord filled my room and my soul. It made the lose bearable. I knew the joy of the Lord even in great grief.
Later my husband died. I felt so much grief that I thought I would lose my mind. I determined not to go to the funeral. My sisters prayed for me just before the funeral. I felt the power of God flow down through my head, my arms, my fingers, and down to the tips of my toes.
It took that pain and carried it back up my body and out the top, as it had come down into me. When it finished, I was as calm and peaceful as I am right now. I went to the funeral and felt the joy of the Lord, amidst great grief and fear. I had small children to finish raising alone. Nothing but a live and powerful and loving God could have performed that for me. It would have been humanly impossible.
My God carried me through it all. He opened doors to me which only God could have done. He spoke to me several times during all of this and told me things, how certain things would go. Others tried to lead me different, but I told them, no, It will be this way. And that is how it was.
A few years later my little girl, the most precious thing in my life, was killed. I truly wanted to die and go with her. I suffered two years, soul tearing grief. I would at times lay down in the woods and hope a poison snake would come along and bite me and get me out of my torment.
After two years, I knew I could not stand it any longer, and for the first time I prayed and asked God to take the grief out of me. I had not wanted to give it up too soon. I knew she was worth grieving over. But the time came I could not stand it any longer. When I asked God to take it from me, it never returned.
When my house burned, I felt the joy of the Lord flowing through me as a river. Such peace is indescribable. The house was only two years old. It was a personal grief, but the peace of the Lord carried me through it and I could not grief, knowing this had to be the will of the Lord, even though I did not understand it.
Through it all, God has made himself more and more powerful in my life. He has strengthened me to the extent that I rely on him for everything. He walks with me and talks with me every single day. It is not imagination.
The comfort of the Scriptures has been my sustaining power through all the grief.
At the time my Mother had her first stroke, God showed me she would be alright. Even though my five sisters thought she would die then, I told them no, she will be alright. She was.
When she had the second stroke they all thought she would be fine. I told them, no. She is going to die this time. She did. God had let me know.
He is real. Many, many other such things I could tell you. But for now, just know that the True God is real and alive in those of us who truly believe. Those of you who think you at one time believed, have been deceived. You did not truly believe. You never came to know God. such a pity. These bad things happen in everyone's life. I would hate to have to go through those things without my God there to comfort me and lead me.