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Testimony of Prayer by Twyla King
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Twyla King
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When my daughter was twelve years old she was diagnosed with a rare type of tumor. Through the next seven years she endured many different treatments from Radiation and Chemotherapy to many experimental drugs to try to eradicate the tumor. She also had several surgeries to try to remove the tumor, and each time she would loose part of her body…a jawbone – muscle – tissue – teeth – an eye. Three of these surgeries were in Denver so we would be separated from our youngest daughter who would to stay with Grandparents. At first the tumor grew so fast that it grew between her teeth and she could not eat. She lived with a feeding tube for 6 months. She did not allow us to miss Thanksgiving dinner, we would try to put on a happy face, but it was hard to do as we watched her get her liquid diet ready, fill her feeding bag and make adjustments to her tubes. She would not let us dote on her. During those years we did have some times when the Doctor’s would believe that they had finally found the right combination and that the tumor was finally destroyed. First three years, then one, then 8 months then 6 and then they told us to just wait until it was over.
You don’t know how many times I thought I prayed to GOD. But I wasn’t praying I was trying to make a deal with GOD. “GOD I will make this change in my life if you will only…” …I will be a better person if you will only” “…I will do what ever you ask if only”
I’m not even sure any more if I ever took the time to really thank him for the blessings that we did have – It wasn’t bad all of the time. I started to get mad at GOD and when my Missy died I became so angry I would lash out…yell and scream at him…probably even cursed him a time or two. I convinced myself that GOD had no time for my prayers and even to the point that I believed that he did not even exist. I tried so hard to find something else that I could believe in.
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Twyla King (II)
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New Age mysticism seemed to be the answer. Be open to the universe; let it go, let it be. Find strength in inanimate objects, rocks, animals etc…things I could touch, feel and see.
For eight years I was miserable – fraught with depression, lost in worldly things, some of which almost made me loose those closest to my heart. Then the LORD started working on my heart and for the next year he lead me in directions that would expose me to GODS work, the stories from “Christians” and the miracles that they experienced because they believed. I too once believed and I never got the miracle. Little did I know that I did get a Miracle! GOD saved my life. It was my Missy’s time to go that’s just life; we don’t all grow old before we leave this earthly vessel that carries our heavenly spirit.
I received a Bible study, first one than another. I was baptized in Jesus name, buried in the water, repented and asked forgiveness of my sins. The first couple of years were so hard; I wanted it to be so easy. Just walk into Church and have every thing fixed, no more problems.
My first observation was; if these people believe, then why are they still vexed by worldly things, self-doubt and sometimes-actual misery?
As I began to listen to the sermons and teachings I figured out that GOD has a plan for each one of us; however, the devil can still crawl in and mess us up. We need to stay vigilant at all times. This is where my Testimony to Prayer comes in……….I know it took awhile for me to get to this but I felt that without laying my foundation it would not mean as much.
At first I could not pray at all. I felt so guilty for all of the times that I lashed out to GOD. I didn’t deserve his acknowledgement. Then I found that there are so many people that are in need of GODS touch I felt compelled to pray for them. Then the LORD lead me to start praying for those I love and care for. He opened my eyes to see beyond the surface and to look deeper.
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Twyla King (III)
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One night Amy my youngest daughter called me late in the night and told me that she thought she had strep throat, she said her throat was full of white bumps that were so sore. Being pregnant she can’t take any medication. She sounded so tired and worried; along with the other problems she is having with the baby she did not need this at all. When I hung up the phone I started praying, I placed my hands on my throat. I asked GOD to remove these painful bumps and heal her and to give her additional strength. I kept praying and praying. Sunday I went to church and prayed again. I stopped by her house on the way home to check on her and she said Mom the strangest thing happened, when I woke up this morning almost all of the bumps in my throat were gone, it’s hardly sore now.
I praise GOD! It was his hand that touched her, but it was my prayer he heard.
So the lesson I have learned from this is that he is listening to me.
GOD doesn’t make deals he takes specific requests.
Pray – Pray and pray again. He is listening.
I have the courage to ask him anything now, not that I will always get what I ask for but I can still ask. His plan is placed; sometimes the journey is long and hard with obstacles in some of the paths. If it were easy – we would become stagnant and loose interest. He knows us far to well. I have faith that GOD will take me exactly where he wants me to be and along the way I will learn new things and in the end I will be so much stronger. Blessed by GOD.
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Sing Unto the Lord By Ron Peterson
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Ron Peterson
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Some of my earliest memories as a child involved me singing. I had the largest audience that anyone could and will ever have. It wasn’t an audience that you could see, but it was a powerful one. It was God. Walking around my yard holding my red plastic bat in hand I would sing to God. Not songs that I had heard, just whatever came to my head. They were happy songs. Songs telling God how much I loved Him. As I sang the presence of God would sweep over me. I didn’t know churches existed. I didn’t even know the stories in the Bible. However I did know that there was a God that liked it when I sang to Him.
When I was seven years old I became a Boy Scout. A local church in the area sponsored our meetings. As a result of this, we had a Scout Sunday once a year. During this Scout Sunday we participated in the different activities of the church service held by the sponsoring church. These things included scripture reading and presenting of the flags among other things. I will never forget that day because it was the first time I had ever been to a church. I found out that day that there was a place where people met once a week and sang to God just like I did. Even Though I was only seven, I started going to church every Sunday by myself.
After attending the church for a little while I was asked to sing in front of the congregation. I don’t remember the song, but I do remember the compliments and criticisms. Unfortunately at such a young age all I listened to was the criticism. I decided that it was better to pretend that I couldn’t sing and be like everyone else. At least that way everyone would like me.
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Ron Peterson (II)
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I stopped attending church after about a year. I found that most people at that church didn’t practice what they preached. Even though I was no longer attending church, singing still continued to be a big part of my life. However my audience became my shower head and my band consisted of whatever CD I wanted to listen to while I took my shower. I loved to sing, and this way I could do it and nobody would know.
From eight to sixteen the only time I sang was when I was alone. I still wasn’t attending church but I wasn’t a rebel. Doing drugs, drinking, and not performing well in school were things that didn’t interest me and I didn’t participate. I was, however, searching for something to fill a void I felt in my soul. I thought that getting a girlfriend would help me feel better but it didn’t work out. I found myself broken and praying to God that He would lead me to truth and fill this void in my life. A friend of mine invited me to church I went; God moved, and I have never been the same since. The people at this church really did what the Bible taught and the void I felt was gone. I found what I was looking for and have been attending church this church ever since.
Becoming part of the church family I found myself involved in many things. The first thing was a fund raiser where people would pay to have others sing for the church. Being new, I was quite the moneymaker. I sang Amazing Grace, and was so nervous I forgot the words. My secret I had kept for so long was out, I could sing.
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Ron Peterson (III)
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I soon found myself very involved with music in the church. I began to learn how to play the piano and to sing with the choir. Eventually I was playing the piano and singing solos for the choir. Soon I found myself singing at family camps, youth camps, and district events. God was really starting to use and increase the gift He had given me.
While studying to teach for our youth group I got inspired to write a song. I was studying about winning people to the Lord. After I was done with my lesson preparations “The Battle for Lost Souls” was born. I recorded it on my computer and handed it out to people at church. The response was overwhelming. Soon people wanted whole CDs of my music. After a couple of years I finished one entitled “I’ll Hold On.”
I began to write more songs as God inspired me. In each song I write my intent is for the song to minister to the audience. I have recognized this gift as a calling of God and a way for His kingdom to grow. God has brought me a long way from that small boy who just wanted everyone to like him. I now understand my purpose, my calling. Now I work hard to cultivate the gifts God has given me, and go through the doors He opens.
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Divine Detours by Sharon Ellenberg
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Sis. Sharon Ellenberg
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In 1989, I packed my little 2 door Ford Fiesta to the max. My 18-month-old baby girl & I headed for Marin County in northern California determined to start a new life. I knew no one there, only that I was following a dream; one that promised me peace from the tormenting past I was forever trying to divorce from myself. The intrigue of self-actualization, meditation & “body work” with the use of crystals, hypnosis, guided visualizations, the “wisdom” of “channeling” ascended “masters”, ‘rebirthing”, etc. that seemed to bring results far superior to anything I had encountered thus far, was calling me to what was said to be the center of the movement in the USA. A few hours after arriving, the fog of excitement and the adventure of the hunt for this new life abruptly lifted as reality began to set in. We didn’t know a soul there, had no place to stay nor money for gas, food, diapers, even basic needs, and my little girl was looking to me for comfort, peace and stability. It was a terrifying realization. After plugging into the local welfare system, we wandered from place to place, living in our car, & moving from Hostel to Hostel up & down the coast in that region. Although beautiful and kind of fun at first, it soon became old and very apparent that we could not keep living like this. Instead of peace of mind, safety and the purpose for living that I had set out to find, I found misery magnified and the repeating of the cycles of the past. I remember distinctly crying out “would someone PLEASE just tell me the TRUTH!” Desperately demoralized and depressed beyond description, I found myself one evening about sunset, wind blowing against my face, numb with disappointment and the hopelessness of a futile life, looking over the cliff onto the rocks & crashing waves below, contemplating what relief it might bring to simply lean forward and let gravity complete the work. Then an amazing thing happened!
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Sharon Ellenberg (II)
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Suddenly, as I began to lean forward, I was firmly pushed back away from the cliff by an unseen hand. It was a life changing moment! You may think what you like, but I firmly believe God sent an angel to me that day, keeping me from my own demise.
To make a long story short, the road of my life turned the corner that day. A change of roads that had come to an abrupt end had become a divine detour. Through a series of events we headed back to Oregon, only this time we were pointed into the direction of Truth. After a brief period of homelessness, God miraculously provided us a home of our own, a steady income, etc. Most importantly, He led us to Bethel United Pentecostal Church in Hillsboro, Oregon where Pastor and Sis. Starr took the time to open the Bible with us and to show us the true plan of salvation, (See Acts 2:38) the only one that the Bible teaches and the only one that will ever bring the deliverance that it promises. God had used the endless counseling sessions and alcohol & drug abuse self help programs to help bring me to a point of surrender in my life. They could only promise temporary reprieve with no hope of complete deliverance from the issues of my life. The peace, freedom from the torture of the past, purpose, stability and true love that I had searched for so long, and the abundant life promises to everyone in God’s word, no matter what the circumstances I may find myself in, is mine today. It is my prayer and hope that you will find the freedom from your past, love and peace of mind your soul cries out for even today. Jesus is calling to you today the same as He has to me…”come unto me all ye who are heavy laden… and I will give you rest unto your souls…”
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Greener Pastures by Carol Blodgett-Morris
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Carol Blodgett-Morris
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I think I have always been searching for something, forever restless, taking endless road trips just to find out the grass wasn’t any greener there than where I had just left.
From the time I was very small I considered myself a Christian, but had struggled with addiction for many years. One attempt to stay off drugs ended after my older sister, Kathy, was murdered in 1986. I was tormented by nightmares of her death. The only thing I knew to do was self medicate. So, I did.
Not quite a year after her death, I was coming down off of a cocaine binge, having taken a handful of tranquilizers to make myself go to sleep. I was so depressed, so tired of all the pain and grief, I got down on my knees and asked God to show me a way out of the despair of drug addiction or give me the courage to kill myself. The next day a neighbor came knocking on my door to invite me to church. I’m so glad I agreed to go with them. On Easter Sunday, I was baptized in the precious name of Jesus and filled with the Holy Ghost as God miraculously delivered me from drugs, alcohol, tobacco and all that goes with it!
I married a minister and in 1991 we moved to Ohio. We quickly became involved in many different areas of the ministry. Then, for the safety of my three youngest children and the community, I was forced to admit my oldest son into a psychiatric hospital. Anger, resentment and bitterness reared their ugly heads and prayerlessness guaranteed them a place to stay. I hurt my back during this time and began taking pain relievers that my doctor assured me were not habit forming. I knew I was on shaky ground, but that didn’t stop me from using them to relieve some of the emotional turmoil I was going through. Before I was honest with myself, I would throw the pills away only to panic and call for another refill. Finally, I asked for help and Jesus mercifully delivered me from another addiction.
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Carol Blodgett-Morris (II)
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The emotional pain and horrors inflicted by years of abuse had taken their toll on our marriage. In 1996, I left my husband and moved back to Oregon. The pain was so great and I did not know how to take my broken dreams to the Lord. Briefly, I turned again to substances to ease my pain. I didn’t have a clue what direction I was going. I tried to get involved in church. I confided in my pastor and tried to fit in, but I didn’t. I did not understand how God could let all this happen to our family.
A year or so later, the kids and I went on vacation so the kids could see their dad and I could go through my storage unit. Our plan was to have a garage sale and get rid of everything that wouldn’t fit in the car. This proved to be much harder than I expected. All my hopes and dreams were boxed up in that storage unit and I couldn’t deal with deciding what to keep and what to sell. My marriage, my family, our ministry, all gone! What was I suppose to do now? Nothing made sense! The pain would not stop! The despair was absolutely horrible! By the time I got back from our two-week vacation, I was totally backslidden.
The worst part of backsliding was the look in my children’s eyes when I couldn’t explain my actions to them. They didn’t understand what was happening to their mom any more than she did! I became everything I had hated about my own mother when I was a teenager. I took out my anger on my oldest daughter, Kristen, horribly. I ended up in the legal system after getting a DUI. I was totally rebelling. I wanted someone to care enough to stop me, but no one did. I began shooting speed, running the bars and leaving my youngest two kids at home in Kristen’s care. I completely lost control. The Bible means what it says about getting seven times worse when you backslide. In less than one year, I lost my job, was evicted from my apartment, went to jail, lost my children, my health, and my salvation!
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Carol Blodgett-Morris (III)
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I was homeless and living in my car. Thank God for my sister, Sharon! If it weren’t for her prayers of intercession, I know I would be dead.
I had sent my children back to Ohio for what was only suppose to be a few months, just long enough for me to get treatment, a job and a home. I knew I had to get help and that my children would be better off in the care of other family members and friends. The plan was for me to enter treatment the week after they left, after I finished cleaning out our apartment and boxed up the remnants of our life and placed them in storage. I tried so hard but in the end the pain of my heartache catapulted me into the downward spiral of my addictions yet again. The sorrow of my circumstances and my hopelessness drove me to the needle time after time. Getting served with divorce and custody papers was the final straw. Once again, the reality of my broken dreams drove me over the edge. By this time, I could no longer get relief from the drugs and booze. The hopelessness I felt drove me to the point of suicide. Time after time, while driving winding back roads as fast as my Mercury would go, I gave the wheel a jerk in hopes of losing control and tumbling down the mountainside. Time after time, the car seemed to right itself. The last attempt I made that night to take my own life almost worked! I am not sure what exactly happened but the damage to my car looked like I could have rolled it or hit something that may have been protruding from the roadside. I suppose it doesn’t really matter what it was. At that point, I realized I didn’t really want to die. The only thing I knew to do was to call on Jesus. As I breathed His name, my car came to rest on the side of the road.
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Carol Blodgett-Morris (IV)
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Over the next couple of years, I would go to the storage unit again and again and look through our family photo albums. It was all I had to connect me with my children. It was the only thing that proved I had once been a good mom and wife. Sometimes this helped me, but other times the grief was too intense and I would run headlong back to he dope bag in an attempt to numb the pain. No amount of drugs could erase the pain of knowing I had lost all that was important to me.
I knew I had to find my way back to God, but I had to have a deeper relationship with Him than I had had before. I had been bitterly betrayed by those I had trusted in the church, but I didn’t know where else to start. Everywhere I looked I saw my failures! I saw all the injustices that had been done to me! It wasn’t fair! All I really ever wanted was my kids and God. How did I get so far off track? How do I get back on track? Jesus knew I needed a church that was real, one that really knew how to worship God. That was the only time I could get relief from the torment in my soul. Because the presence of God was so real in the worship services here at Bethel, the healing process was allowed to begin. From then on, I knew if I could just get in His presence, He would hold me, He would whisper to me that He still loves me and has a purpose for my life. He began to let me know that my ministry is not over. It has changed, but it is not over. HE IS NOT DONE WITH ME YET! God is taking all I have been through and making something beautiful out of what the enemy meant for my destruction. He is healing the places I have kept hidden from early childhood. Jesus has kept me through years of abuse, at my own hands and those of others. He has a purpose for me being here and though I may not always see what that reason is – I now believe that I do matter to Him. He is picking up the broken pieces of my dreams and making brand new ones.
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Looking for Love by Cheri Witmer
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Cheri Witmer
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I came from a broken home. My father left when my brother and I were 5 years old. I blamed my mom and became angry with her for him leaving. I was young and did not know about things that went on behind closed doors. The man that then came into our life was big and scary to us kids. He was tall, hairy and stern. At times, I resented his sternness, but as I grew older, I was thankful that I was pushed to excel in school. After that relationship ended, my mother married again. For many years, there was a lot of alcohol and physical abuse in this relationship. My brother and I had many nights at home alone, waking to them fighting. Multiple times we would awaken (if we had been able to sleep) to see mom with a black eye. Because of this, I found many things to occupy myself. I got involved with many school activities, so I wasn’t at home as much. I began to go out with my friends and party, anything to stay away from hearing the yelling and my mom crying out in pain. Home wasn’t a fun place to be. There wasn’t the “loving” atmosphere at home that I longed for. I hadn’t known what that was like. My soul was crying out for love, so I decided to search for it. Unfortunately I searched in all the wrong places.
I had many failed relationships in a few short years. It didn’t matter who the person was or what he had to offer me. I just wanted someone to love me. Little did I know that my soul was crying out for the only one who could truly fill that void in my life. I just didn’t understand where to go, so again I went looking in all the wrong places. My senior year, I had an apartment on my own and held a full time job along with school and all my other school activities, friends and partying. By the time I graduated from high school, I decided I wanted to get away from town. Like many others feel when they graduate…it would be better somewhere else. But it wasn’t. It was worse!
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Cheri Witmer (II)
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I went away to college in Alaska. My mother and stepfather were there as well. I had my own apartment again and thought I would have freedom. I joined a sorority and the partying began again. I had no shame in my immoral lifestyle. It was college. I was finding myself, looking for something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. My grades started to suffer from my lack of discipline. I didn’t care though. Finally summer came and I went back to my hometown. I decided that it was way too cold for me in Alaska and that I would join the Washington Army National Guard instead. I was in it for over a year, waiting for my basic training and special school slots to open. A few weeks before I was to ship out, I found out I was pregnant. I couldn’t be in the National Guard, so I was discharged. Shortly after that, the baby’s father decided he didn’t want the responsibility of being a father and left us. I was heart-broken, pregnant and lost. I moved to my mother’s home in Oregon (she had moved there from Alaska) and decided to begin again.
After I had my daughter, I began to read some Christian novels. It made me want to raise my daughter in church. Then I was offered a Bible study with my daughter’s babysitter and her mother. It was what I had been searching for and never knew it. God began to manifest Himself to me in many ways. I no longer felt that void that had been in my life for so long. I felt truly loved beyond all measure. The more I serve Him, the more I realize that He truly loves me, regardless of my past sins! The terrible things I have done can not stop His love for me. He has forgiven me of my sins as far as the east is from the west! He has created in me a new and clean heart. I praise Him for what he has brought me out of and for what He has now brought me into. He is Wonderful and altogether lovely. I will serve Him all the days of my life. I look forward to that day when I meet my savior face to face.
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The Road Round About by Eunice Stanley
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Sis. Eunice Stanley
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I was raised in the United Pentecostal Church – third generation! I received the Holy Ghost and was baptized when I was quite young. My parents both passed away while I was a teenager and I decided to see what the world had to offer. I didn’t want to be told what to do anymore. I just wanted to do what everyone else was doing. I tried smoking, drugs, drinking, fornication and adultery. My first marriage ended and I began a long-term relationship filled with more pain and distrust. I had thoughts of suicide and not wanting my children to be left without a mother, contemplated taking their lives too. During the worse part of this relationship, I had a vision. I was on a road that split into two separate roads and I had to make a choice of which road I would follow. Both roads looked the same as far as I could see. Looking back I know that I have chosen the right one. I ended that relationship and married for the second time. This marriage seemed to be doomed also, but I didn’t want another divorce. I decided that I would change my lifestyle to help my husband who had drug and alcohol problems. God was leading me back to him.
At this point three things happened fairly close together. First, my youngest daughter came home from high school asking me why she wasn’t baptized. A lot of her friends were, so why wasn’t she? Well, I had left the church but I still believed in the truth. I didn’t want her to get baptized any other way than in Jesus’ name.
Next, a client of mine was telling me about a book she had read – Left Behind. It sounded interesting but I didn’t want to get back into church. She had me borrow it anyway. I took one look at how thick the book was and thought there was no way I would ever be able to read that! I thought I would just start it and then tell her it was too long and give it back.
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Eunice Stanley (II)
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I started reading it and found that I couldn’t put it down. It really started me thinking about the end times. Was it really going to be like that? I didn’t want to be left behind!
Then, terrorists blew up the twin towers and that was it. I knew I needed to do something. I started to read the bible and pray. I told God that I would go to church if I had a Sunday off. I had seen the United Pentecostal Church in town. I had wanted to go check it out but had always been afraid since I didn’t want to surrender my life to God. Now, I thought if I just went a few times here and there it would be all right. I could still live my life my way and have a little bit of God, too.
So, I got my Sunday off and took my oldest daughter with me to church. I had thought by going on Sunday morning it would be pretty mellow. I remembered Sunday mornings as being quieter in the church that I grew up in. Well, it might not have been that Sunday, but it was one of the first ones I attended, that they were running the aisles. So much for quiet! I took my younger daughter the next Sunday. The third Sunday I went alone. During the song service, I was refilled with the Holy Ghost. I was so happy but I didn’t have anyone to share it with. I didn’t really know anyone in church and no one at home would understand. I just couldn’t believe that God was with me after all that I had done.
Since then, both of my daughters have been baptized in Jesus name! I have made myself unavailable for work on Sundays and I have changed a lot of my thinking. I want God to use me. I am still stubborn and have a hard time surrendering some aspects of my life to him. I am trying to be more involved and try to go to as many church services as I can. I still have a long way to go but with God all things are possible! I never would have dreamed that there would be a day when I would be back in church. I am a living miracle!
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Eunice Stanley (III)
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After a couple of years, God reconfirmed my decision. I was feeling a little discouraged. I ask him if I was doing the right thing and told him I needed a big miracle to show me. The next morning, my husband who never goes to church and doesn’t believe like I do, asked me if I wanted him to go to church with us. I knew right then - that was the answer to my prayer! That was my miracle! I was where God wanted me to be!
I believe that God will save my family and that we will have a Christian home! I want to be involved in reaching others for Christ and hope to be an inspiration to them.
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My Journey to the Truth Sis. Jennifer Schuster
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Sis Jennifer Schuster
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When I was 11 we attended a Baptist Church in Campo California, I loved going to church and being with the youth group. While at church my stepfather was different than when we were at home. I can remember gong away to youth camp and feeling so full of Gods love, and then coming home and all that joy would wash away when the fighting and verbal abuse would start, the beating of my Mother and inappropriate things said to me by my stepfather. I stopped allowing myself to have an emotional attachment to Church and my youth group.
As I entered the first year of my teens I would seek love and acceptance in the wrong places and give birth to my first child when I was 14, she was a beautiful baby girl that I would never hold or see until she was 25. I got married at 15 to get away form my stepfather and would fall into the trap of drugs and alcohol for 5 years. When I became pregnant with my first son I stopped drinking and using drugs, I would have a second son, and 2 years later my marriage would end. I was unable to find work or a home for my children and would have to leave them with their father. This pain was unbearable I just wanted to die…I began drinking again drugs would follow along with sexual immorality. During these hard times I could feel God tugging at me and definitely working on my conscience. When I had been homeless and with out work for 4 to 6 months a man I was seeing would find my Mom’s phone number in my purse and would call to tell here he was scared for my life. She would come and help me move to Oregon where all my family was. I was now a single Mother of a 4 and 2 years old.
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My Journey to the Truth Part II
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I would marry a man who was also divorce with 2 children and he talked about family and how important it was to him, he also talked about church, his family were all from The Church Latter Day Saints, now although we attended church every Sunday and the church was very into family nights and fellowships very structure I never fit in, and my home life would be a repeat of the past with verbal and physical abuse, that marriage would also end. Once a gain I was on my own. Although I never touched drugs again my social life would include Alcohol. There were so many times in my life I felt God tugging at my heart and I just would not listen, I had so much shame.
I am currently married to a very kind and good man. As the years rolled by I would no longer drink socially, my life would be normal. Then on September 11th 2001 I felt so much pain for all those people I could not deny GOD any more. I would seek out the God of my childhood, and found a Baptist Church in Forest Grove. God would begin to work in my life, and would make his presence known in a way that I would never be able to deny him again. I was unable to reach my oldest son for months; I would file a missing persons report and would just wait and wait and wait. Then one evening I was taking a shower and was unable to take it any more I fell to my knees and began to pray that my son was ok and to please let me hear from him, and the phone rang, it was Trey, God had answered my prayers. I continue to go to church was very active. Then one day my friend Eunice would invite me to come to a revival at her church, I though that would be nice. Everyone seemed so nice but I did notice some differences, then the service started, I became frightened and very concerned for my friend, my perspective of things started to become distorted and so did some of the people.
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My Journey to the Truth Part III
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I though I had to save her, little did I know she had saved me. I would become disillusioned and sad when my Pastor resigned and church became more about politics then God. Eunice would once again invite me to church and surprisingly I said yes, during the alter call I would feel safe and at peace, the love and joy of my childhood would fill my heart. This would be the beginning of true Faith and my walk with our Heavenly Father. I was baptized in Jesus name and filled with the Holy Ghost, I learned more about the truth with every day, even if I have a rebellious streak I never get very far before I long for his touch.
I truly believe that my original fear of the Church on that revival night was Satan’s last chance to keep me away from finding the truth and God’s love. He used my own guilt and shame to keep me away for many years and now he has lost the battle.
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