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Stories Of Hope- I Don’t Have to Be Strong Anymore

I thought I was strong and independent. I had good parents. They loved me and supported my decisions. I grew up in the 1970’s. My mom put me on birth control pills at the age of 16. That was what a lot of parents did at that time. The problem was I was so forgetful. I married my high school sweetheart and had a baby at 18. My husband went away to college, and I joined the navy. My mother kept our baby. As time went on, the distance between us grew. Physical abuse became a factor, and we divorced. My 1st marriage didn’t work. I remarried and got divorced a second time. 

After making poor choices and picking the wrong men, I found myself alone with 5 children and child support for only one of them. Thank God, I still had my mom and dad. No matter what went wrong in my life I always blamed myself.  I can remember bearing all the weight when things went wrong. I wanted my dad to be proud of me, so I did my best to take care of my children. I thought in order to be responsible, I had to be the mother and the father. I took on male dominated jobs. I served 4 years in the navy. I drove a bus for C.T.A. I worked as a counselor/correctional officer. I had a job laying tile for six years. The only bad thing about being the only woman working with men is you become like them: hard, strong, and tough. They respect you when you pull your weight. I was so good at it, my children would tell me,

 “Happy Father’s Day.” One day, my mother called me up to tell me she was back in school. I said, “Good, what are you studying?”  

She said, “I am going to school to be a minister.”  I replied, “What, and what for?” I instantly got angry. I couldn’t understand why I got so mad. I loved my mom. She told me she was leaving the Catholic Church to attend an Apostolic Church. That seemed to upset me even more. The little time I spent in church was okay, even though I didn’t understand Latin or care what was on the other side of the confession box. I felt threatened. My mother encouraged me to come to church with her. I came back home and decided I’d try this new church thing. I didn’t like it. The music was sad. It made me cry and feel uncomfortable. My mother was a different woman. She was always reading the bible, praying, and writing about God.  

My dad died in 2005, and my mom died six months later. When my mom died, it was so hard. She didn’t have insurance, and we had no money for a funeral. I felt awful. Soul Winning Tracts The pressure was all on me to do something. Then, God came through. We received help from family, friends, coworkers, the funeral home, the bank, and my daughter’s little league team. Only God could do this. Everything works out according to His plan for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. After that, I started going to church. I decided I was going to serve God. At first, I was a terrible servant. I was still dragging along my sins, but God was patient and loving with me. God became more than a mother and father. He also gave me a spiritual mother named Mother Williams who taught me about the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. She taught me how to fall in love with God and what it is like to live for Him. God also answered my prayers by giving me a wonderful husband who loves us. God is my everything. I don’t have to be strong anymore. God is strong for me, and He is responsible for my life. He can be your everything too.  True stories of hope from REAL LIFE STORIES inspire and encourage.

Testimony Book - “My Life Was Never Easy”

No gain saying in the fact that Testimony Book  shared by people is a lifter of soul and spirit, it gives hope to the hopeless, strength to the weak, faith to the faithless and encouragement to the discouraged. My life was never easy. My parents split up when I was three years old. This was actually a good thing because their relationship was crazy most of the time. They both had emotional pain, and they used alcohol to medicate themselves. They both had suffered sexual abuse when they were children, so drinking was their way of coping. When they drank, there was often fighting in the home. My dad would physically abuse my mother. It was very scary to see this happen. One day, my mother finally had enough. She left, taking myself and my three brothers with her. Unfortunately, life wasn't much better after she left him. She was bitter and depressed about having to raise us children by herself. There was never any love or affection shown to us. She blamed us for her miserable life and her drinking. We often had to hear how she had never wanted children in the first place, and this caused us to feel unwanted. My father wasn't much better. He ignored me and only paid attention to my brothers. He would claim I wasn't his child because he “only made boys.” I grew up depressed, feeling unwanted and unloved. All I ever wanted in life was to have true happiness. 

The reason my mother never showed love was because she didn't know how to show love. Her mother was raised in a residential school from age 5 to 15 years old. These schools were places of physical and sexual abuse, so my grandmother grew up never knowing a parents love. She was raised in a strict, cold environment that no child should ever have to live in. When she finally left the school to start her own life, the damage had already been done. When she had children, she raised them in a strict, unloving home.  She was only doing what she had learned from the residential school. A cycle of showing no love and affection had started in my family. I was determined if I had any children, I would show and tell them that they were loved and wanted every day. 

Another cycle that continued in the family was sexual abuse. I found out when I was older that my parents and my grandmother had suffered from sexual abuse. I was sexually abused as well. The first time happened when I was just three years old. My mother was in the hospital having my youngest brother. My father's uncle was babysitting me. I remember bits and pieces of the abuse but mostly remember the physical pain. This wasn't the only time I had to endure sexual abuse. On different occasions throughout the years, other family members sexually abused me. I often wondered why this was happening to me. I felt alone with no one to turn to.  These episodes of sexual abuse just added to my depression, which seemed to grow and grow as I got older. I grew up not being able to trust anyone.  I was angry at the world. I often wished I wasn't born.  I thought of suicide on occasion but never went through with it. I didn’t tell my mother until I was 12 years old.  Even then, I never received any comfort or support from her. She was too busy wallowing in her own self-pity and alcohol, which added to my unhappiness. 

When I turned 16 years old, I moved out to get away from her drinking.  I had grown to resent it over the years. I was depressed but hopeful that the future might bring some happiness. I ended up drinking to numb my emotional and mental pain. I was doing the very thing I had despised, and this added to my depression. I ended up quitting high school and going to work to support myself. I started a great paying job at 21 years old.  Finally, life seemed to be going good for me. Around the same time, I started the first of three serious relationships I had in my life. I didn't have much luck in my relationships. It seemed like I was always picking partners who had addiction issues, and they didn't want to work. I went through physical and verbal abuse from two out of the three relationships, which brought depression back into my life. I always ended up supporting my family. The only good thing to come from these bad relationships was my three children who I love dearly. Once I had my children, I got my drinking under control.  I didn't want them to see their mother as an alcoholic. I tried to make our lives as normal as possible. 

After working at the same place for over eighteen years, the company finally closed down. I was without a job.  My last relationship was on the verge of ending because my partner didn't want to work. I had enough and kicked him out.  His drinking and physical abuse had become worse and worse. I was now alone and raising my children by myself, but I was better off being alone. I sunk into depression again, and my back began to ache like never before. My doctor put me on pain pills, which became the beginning of my new addiction. When the doctor cut me off my prescription, I began buying pills off the street. I also began selling pills to make money. I hid my addiction from my children and tried to keep life as normal as I could. They never had to go without food and were never neglected. I made sure I never sunk that far down. After buying pills for two years, I had enough of living this way and being broke. I decided to go on methadone to get off the pain medication. Little did I know, I was starting a new addiction which would be the hardest to quit.  It was at this time I decided to go back to school and apply to college. I had always dreamed of going back to school someday. I worked hard and got the credits I needed then took the chance and applied to college. To my surprise, I was accepted to the college I had chosen. It seemed as though I was finally having some good luck for a change, but three months before school started I was hit with a mystery illness. I call it a mystery because the doctors couldn't find a cause for my symptoms. I started having migraines, lost hearing in my right ear, and had short term memory loss. I started school and realized I couldn't remember what I was learning. The doctor suggested I leave school until they found out what was wrong. I quit school but was so unhappy.  I couldn't work or go to school.  What good was I to anyone? I sunk into a deeper depression than ever before. Thoughts of suicide began to surface again, even worse than before. It seemed like whenever my life was going good, things would always take a turn for the worst. I felt like giving up, but I never did because I had my children to take care of. If it weren't for them, I shudder to think what I may have done to myself. 

One Sunday morning, I was watching YouTube with my son.  He was 7 years old at time.  We came across a video that would change our lives. The video was about a young woman who had went to heaven and hell with Jesus. We watched the whole video, which was over an hour long. At the end, I was so convicted by what I had seen.  I looked at my son and said, "I don't want to end up in hell."  He agreed with me. 

Right at this exact time, a preacher came on the TV, which no one was watching.  He was shouting out, "If you want to accept Jesus as your savior, say this prayer." My son and I knelt down on the floor and repeated the prayer. Immediately, I felt a change.  I could tell my son did as well.  He seemed happier and content. I felt a heaviness come off my heart and felt hopeful. I decided I needed to find a church, and God led me to a spirit filled church which I still attend to this day, five years later. 

Since accepting Jesus into my life, God restored the hearing in my right ear, the migraines are gone, and my memory is back on track. For the first time in my life, I feel loved.  I feel true happiness. I built a relationship with the Lord, and it gets stronger as time goes on. He has set me free from 31 years of smoking, set me free from alcohol, and set me free from depression.  My back has been healed. He has brought love, peace, and joy into my home.  I wouldn't trade this for the world. I'm still on the methadone, but He has promised to free me from this as well.  Everything is in God's perfect timing. He has healed my broken heart and mended my broken spirit. I grew up hearing from my mother that Jesus isn't for native people. This lie has been told to native people for generations. I now know the truth.  He's for every tribe, tongue, and nation. Jesus is for us and not against us. He loves everyone with an everlasting love. He will never leave you or forsake you. When you enter into a relationship with God, your life will never be the same. He accepts you the way you are and doesn't turn anyone away. It doesn't matter what you've done or how bad you think you are. He is merciful and forgiving. Just invite Jesus into your heart, and you will find more happiness and love than you've ever known. You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free! 

I hope my story will encourage you to desire a relationship with the Lord, and realize how amazing and wonderful He truly is. He is a loving, forgiving Father, waiting for you with open arms. Come to Him, and find the peace and love that is waiting for you. I'm living proof that His love is real and available to everyone who asks for it. Come as you are, and let the Lord transform your life for the better. He's a God of second chances and new beginnings. I've never been happier than I am now, thanks to the Lord. May this story bless you and encourage you to take the next step to happiness.  Christian Testimony Books is no doubt a necessity in the body of Christ for the edification of the soul. Truly, the lord who keeps watching over his people neither sleeps nor slumbers. 

Real Life Stories - I Was Kind of a Loner

Growing up, I was a very shy and quiet little girl who loved music. I was raised in the church, functioned in several positions, and knew church protocol. Every Sunday, we were there and at least once more during the week. There were a lot of revivals, and we would attend church for the entire week. 

I come from a family of singers and musicians on both my dad’s and my mom’s side. At an early age, my sister and I were singing songs such as, “How Big is God.” I continued to sing in church for many years during my youth because that’s what you did where I came from. I sang in the choir. I sang about God and heard about God, but I did not know God. I did not have a relationship with him. I had felt God’s presence before, especially when I would sing to Him, but I really didn’t know the God that I was singing to or about. 

From a child until well into young adulthood, I was kind of a loner. I felt like I was different from most of the people I was around, but I didn’t understand why. I wasn’t a very sociable person. Music was my passion, but even when I would sing in church, I would close my eyes and not look at the audience because of my shyness. In my latter teenage years, the Lord began to draw my heart and reveal Himself to me. At the age of 19, I gave my heart to God and started to develop a relationship with Him. I was very eager to learn more about Him.  I always wanted to be in His presence because I would have such peace, joy and contentment. 

When I became a Christian, my life was transformed, mind, body and spirit. Everything started changing. God started showing me that He really was God. One of the first miracles I experienced was God healing my oldest daughter when she was around 4 years old. I was very young in Christ and didn’t have the knowledge of intercession that I have now, but I believed in healing. A fellow sister in Christian Tracts, my daughter Catherine, and I were out of town at a church convention. Catherine accidentally knocked over the iron on herself, and the circle imprints from the iron were embedded into her face. My friend and I began to pray and call on Jesus. To our amazement, God began to remove those imprints out of my daughter’s face, right in front of us. We never took her to the hospital, and there weren’t any scars on her face. Watching God heal my daughter immediately increased my faith in Him tremendously. 

God proved Himself to me again. I was driving to the mall to return an item. I drove my dad’s car, and I was unaware my dad had been working on the exhaust system. My sister, brother, and oldest daughter accompanied me. They waited in the car that was running because it was the middle of winter. When I returned to the car, my daughter was laying on the floor of the car. My sister was unconscious, and my brother who was in the front was barely responding. I knew something was seriously wrong but didn’t know what it was. It never occurred to me to go to the hospital.  I began driving to my pastor’s house to pray. As I was driving, the Holy Spirit said, “Roll the windows down.” It was winter time, and I didn’t understand why I should roll the windows down, yet I obeyed. I made it to my pastor’s house, and they prayed with me. God blessed all three of them. We went to the hospital afterwards to get them checked, and everyone was fine. I later asked God about that situation. He replied, “Be still and know that I am God.” 

I have always loved to sing, but God had deposited in me a gift to write songs. I was writing songs for a while without realizing I was even doing it. God had a divine purpose to use me to usher a spirit of worship in the midst of His people. He has birthed songs in me that exemplified His true character and His great love for us. 

I am no longer the quiet and shy person I used to be. God has given me a confidence I never knew existed. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I now know that I am more than a conqueror through Christ Jesus. I have been blessed to minister this wonderful gospel message through the avenue of music for many years. I now sing in the spirit and with an understanding of Who God really am. Not only do I sing to and for Him, but I have learned to worship him. Learning to worship God has catapulted my life and my relationship with Him into an entirely different dimension. 

Just when I finally became comfortable singing in front of audiences, God made a shift and started positioning me to declare and preach His word. I was very uncomfortable with that. It definitely was NOT my preference. I said, “God, you know how long it took me to accept my calling to sing, now this?” In spite of how I felt, I obeyed. Now, I realize what a privilege and honor it is to proclaim a life-changing gospel that transforms people’s lives. I am so blessed that God empowers me to share good news with people that feel like good news doesn’t even exist. I have had the privilege of ministering at prisons, monthly at the Salvation Army, nursing homes, etc. Sharing the good news that God loves us and wants us to have abundant life brings me great joy. 

I have been married for 32 years. My husband and I have four beautiful and anointed children. God called my husband to pastor the ministry that He birthed through us called Pure Gospel Tracts. Our children work with us in the ministry. God continuously blesses me and my family. He continues to reveal more and more of Himself to us daily. I am grateful to Him for what He is presently doing in my life, and I am excited about my future in Him