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He is the way the truth and the life: every man on planet earth reaches the father through Jesus (the way). When we pray, we pray in the name of Jesus.

His name is the ability and the answers to our prayers.

realborn:
@ kris2glo,
awesome, awesome, awesome.
These testimonies lifted my wavering heart.
Praise be to God.
Shame to the devil.
Kindly keep them coming.

Yes my brother, these are the essence of testimonies, because it is the miraculous handwork of God.
Healing is our Bread!

[quote author=Martian link[quote][/quote]What you are today is the product of what you receive all through your childhood years. A man can only portray the kind of training he/she has been through.
Me for one, I was brought up in a different religion/believe which is far different from what I believe right now. There is one thing to see a change is another thing to embrace the changes that come to you at any given time.

This is the reason why we pray, that the truth (Word of God) will be granted all men as we teach and preach the Gospel in our Schools, Work Place, Society, Street, Market and our Environment etc.
Acts 19:20 (Amplified Bible)
20Thus the Word of the Lord [concerning the [a]attainment through Christ of eternal salvation in the kingdom of God] grew and spread and intensified, prevailing mightily

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Christianity is not a religion, Christianity is life. You live it. Christianity is the Life of God at work in the human Spirit.

Most people think when you get born again, then everything will be fine, no! In fact it is the starting point of the fight.

The issue here is not what Christianity will do for you, but what will you do with Christianity?

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I don’t think fraternities are good groups for one to be a member of. If one think of anything ass such that teaches about God, then let him/her join a living church not a fraternity.

The bible did not encourage us to join fraternities but not forsake the gathering of the saint.  (Heb. 10:25 GOD'S WORD® Translation (©1995)
We should not stop gathering together with other believers, as some of you are doing. Instead, we must continue to encourage each other even more as we see the day of the Lord coming.)

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Be it true or not, it may even happen before 21st May, or after, but what matters is that one day the rapture of the church will surely come to pass and all the prophecy about the coming of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

What all men should think of is not the day or the time, but the salvation of their lives. The natural man’s life is very fragile and brief that he doesn’t even know the day of Lord for him, if he is going die 2day or 2morrow or next.

So every man should be thinking of his own salvation, because if the man is save he won’t be considering such news of the return of Christ as a threat, because he knows in himself that no matter what heaven is his home already.

Great job there

For me that is pretty awesome and I emulate it.

Eric and Jennifer Gonyon
HIV MIRACLE LEFT DOCS BAFFLED

Eric Gonyon was a Christian but unchurched, until one day he discovered he was carrying the HIV virus He went to church and was healed, as the now international preacher explains to Matthew Murray

A MONTH BEFORE HIS WEDDING, wealthy businessman Eric Gonyon felt life couldn’t get any better. He had recently converted to Christianity, was running a multi-million pound sales firm and was peparing to marry the love of his life, Jennifer.

The couple went for a routine blood test about six weeds before their big day, and a fortnight later, went to collect their results. It was then that life came crashing down for Eric when, much to his shock, the doctor told him he was HIV positive.

He recalls, Jennifer got her results and was fine, no problems, but when I got my result there was a big problem.
‘When the doctor is nervous you become nervous! He told me I was HIV positive. When that news hit me it was the most terrible news I could have heard. My first reaction was to ask for a shot or a pill to fix this but then he told me there was no shot or pill and there was nothing that could be done.

‘I started crying like a baby and didn’t know what to tell my wife. What if she got infected? I thought the wedding was off. I had a lot of questions to ask God but had no theological background. I just didn’t understand why this would happen’

Three days after hearing the news, Jennifer told Eric she would rather die than not-marry him, and declared the wedding was still to go ahead. Life was instantly tough for the newly-weds though, as Eric had to take special care not to spread the virus. However, the couple’s bleak future was about to take a miraculous turn for the better, when they attended a healing service at a local Lutheran church.

Eric says, ‘The priest came out in his big robe and asked anyone who was sick to come forward. He then took a little tub of oil and started to pray for people. I was a Christian but 1 was unchurched, so didn’t have a clue what was going on. To me, oil was something you put in your car.

‘He then put some oil on my forehead and said, dtln the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghosts I didn’t fall to the ground or shake, but l did feel an amazing peace, like a peace that passes all understanding.

‘I then went to see my doctor and I asked for another AIDS test. He was, surprised and asked why I wanted one, but I just had this peace and felt I had been healed. It took two weeks for the results to come back and he said it was the craziest thing he’d ever seen. He said, “you are no longer HIV positive you are HIV negative!” I nearly dropped to my knees and I started yelling, “Thank you Jesus!” The doctor tried to calm me down, but I just ran outside with excitement! He tried saying that the first test could have been wrong but I know I had been healed. I got another test and then another one and three tests showed that I no longer was HIV positive. God had healed me!’

Eric – who now travels the world telling his story – wasn’t raised in church, and says the HIV diagnosis was an obvious consequence of sin before his conversion to Christ.

He used to drink alcohol most days of his life and lived a lifestyle of women, partying and nightclubs.
He recalls, ‘I was raised in a godly home but l wasn’t godly. l was womanising and was in bars and clubs every night of the week and living the life that most people live.

‘The richest man I knew once called me and asked to meet me. When I got into his office he said? “If today was your last day on earth do you know beyond a shadow of doubt that you would go to heaven’s I said yes I would go to heaven because I as a good person. I wasn’t killing people or raping people or robbing backs. I thought it was a pretty crazy question!

This man gave me an opportunity to give my life to Jesus and, although I was very respectful, I said no. This man didn’t stop witnessing to me for five years. Sin is pleasurable for a season, but payday is soon coming. There are consequences to sin. You can rob a bank and ask God to forgive you and he will, but you’ll probably end up with a prison ministry!

‘Five years after this man witnessed to me, with no crisis in my life, I suddenly felt my time was running out. I got on my knees and probably didn’t even say the prayer right, but I said it well enough for Jesus to hear me.

‘I immediately had a peace that passed all understanding. That void that lId tried to fill with drink, women and drugs was filled with Jesus. I felt so happy and I had a peace. No preacher followed me up, no church followed me up, I just got hungry for the word of God and started listening to the Bible on tape and got desperate for God.

‘I know what it’s like to be dead and now be alive; I know what it’s like to be lost and now found. Jesus healed me!’

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Healed from AIDS
This is a testimony of the restoration of an entire family including AIDS and asthma.
“You'd better brace yourself for what I am about to tell you,” I said to a friend of mine as we drove along a road in town. He assured me he could take anything I said to him – but when I told him what I'm about to tell you – he nearly wrecked the car!

My wife and I just became serious Christians in August last year. My wife was brought up as a Catholic and I as an Anglican would periodically go to Church on Sundays as we had time (like we were taught to do by our parents a long time ago). It was just a religious function but God remained more or less a distant hazy concept. I was not always like that. In my younger days I had confessed Christ at a young age but somewhere in High School, I abandoned the faith.
Last April, everything was looking pretty good in our lives. My wife was expecting our second child and although our son was showing symptoms of asthma we were hopeful that he would outgrow it.

But then one day in December as I was returning from a business trip, my wife met me at the airport with terrible news. During a routine pregnancy check up, her doctor had administered an HIV test along with other blood-work. The HIV test came back POSITIVE! The doctor wanted to begin administering drugs immediately but the cost of these drugs here when compared to our family income was prohibitive.

I was stunned… Our life was basically over! If my wife had it, it was a foregone conclusion that I had it too. There is a high infection rate of AIDS here in Nigeria (about 40% in urban centers) and social stigmatization is high. When you add to that - the cost of drugs for us, and our boy's asthma - this was literally - a death sentence for my entire family!
", This was literally - a death sentence for my entire family!"

Just when I thought that things couldn't get any worse, my son began having life threatening asthma attacks. We didn't know what to do, and didn't know where to go for help. I lost all hope and began thinking of suicide.

I began searching for information on AIDS and asthma on the Internet when it hit me that our situation was clearly way beyond any earthly intervention. So, in desperation I entered the search words “Faith” and “Healing” and the first article I clicked open was “Faith and Healing” by Tim Greenwood!
We both read this powerful article - a testimony of Tim’s healing from his death sentence of terminal heart disease. PLUS, in it – Tim taught ‘step-by-step’ how he, by believing and applying what the Bible said about healing, received complete healing. Now, we desperately wanted to believe that what Tim taught - would work for us. So, during a particularly bad asthma attack one night – we put the teaching to work for our son.

Immediately all asthma symptoms left our son – and did not return! Our son was healed! Our faith soared! For the first time we now believed that nothing was going to hold us back! We wrote for Tim’s free book “Walking In Faith,” sent in a prayer request and began devouring every article on the Tim Greenwood Ministries (TGM) website (www.tgm.org). Plus, Tim’s wife began corresponding with us via email, teaching and encouraging us!

My wife’s condition was rather desperate especially with the baby coming. We did not have time to mull this over any longer. We had to believe and act and act now! I went in for HIV testing believing and confessing that the test results would be negative. With the devil screaming in my ear that the test would be positive – as an act of faith, I bought a card for my doctor and wrote in it “Thank you for your help and assistance. I have collected my results and they are negative,” and I sealed the envelope.

When I got the results at the lab counter I wanted to hug the elderly lady. NEGATIVE! Thank you God! I was healed!
Ok, we had come this far by the encouragement we got from the emails and numerous articles from the TGM website. Given my suicidal thoughts when we first learned of the diagnosis and the great hope we now had, I was evident that God had clearly worked at least two miracles in our lives. Now we all focused in on healing for my wife.

We kept praying. The matter became more or less a prayer for a good report from her next set of lab tests, and standing in faith that our child will breasted as it was God's wish for babies to breast feed, and that my wife will not have to take any drugs on account of another negative lab test.

Daily we got into serious praise, worship and prayers in our bedroom for at least one hour. In the morning, our alarm clock is set to 5am, giving as a minimum of another one hour of prayer, praise and worship before I would start to prepare to go to work. We worked this system both weekdays and weekends. We now knew and believed what the Bible said about our healing, the importance of what we say and how to act on our faith.

In the next visit to the doctor, the doctor was quite adamant - my wife would have to start on the drugs. My wife was just as adamant. She told the doctor about my results, and that she was no longer infected with AIDS. He was quite candid - patients once they tested positive on this test - remained positive. But we knew that we are not ordinary; we are children of GOD, healed by the stripes of Jesus, praise and glory to His mighty Name! And, rather than argue, the doctor agreed to do fresh HIV tests on my wife.

All the tests came back negative! My wife was healed!
Needless to say the doctor had a hard time explaining this. But we know our God is our healer: He healed our son, my wife and myself—also our baby (who we named after Tim’s wife) was born completely healthy.

As you might guess, this was a head-spinning day. We kept smiling at everyone and at home we could not sleep. We nearly prayed and praised the whole night and will continue to do so. From no hope to great faith! From a death sentence, to life and life more abundantly!
FG, Nigeria (2002)

Testimony give life and restores hope

Hmmm… this little sharp has gotten it. Her next 5years is a bomb in her world…. I just wonder, if spoke in tongues like that when I was 2. If I did, then I would have past this level long ago.

Her mother is indeed a woman of God
(Proverbs 22:6 (New King James Version)6 Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he will not depart from it.)

Niyi53:
I have never believed that Jesus is alive, coz his tomb has been discovered at srinagar, kahsmir, in india. The second advent of christ that is been expected as long occured in person of Mirza Ghulam Ahmad. Take it or leave it

Grand Prophecy:
The Promised Messiahas said: ''Remember very well that no one shall ever come down from heaven. All our opponent who are alive today shall die and none from them shall ever see Jesus son of Mary coming down from heaven; then their children that are left after them shall also die and none from among them shall ever see Jesus son of Mary coming down. Then God shall cause great consternation in their minds and they shall then say that even the age of the domination of the cross has passed away and the way of life has changed completely, yet the son of Mary has not come down. Then in dismay the wise among them shall forsake this belief and three centuries from now shall not have passed when those who await the coming of Jesus son of Mary, whether they be Muslims or Christians, shall relinquish altogether this conception'' (The Narrative of two Martyrdom’’ p 67)

My Brother, sorry this thread are Testimonies according to what Jesus has done in the lives of many through His living word.
All Praise, Glory, Honour and Dominion be unto his name for more He is about to do in our lives in JESUS NAME: AMEN.

SO if what you have to say is contrary, please I will beg you to look for another thread and do as you wish. Thank you and God bless you.

Howard's Healing - From Fatigue to Freedom

I begin my story sharing the triggers that I believe set off my battle with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS). At Easter time 1995, I came down with a viral illness which put me in bed for about 8 days. A full series of blood tests could only tell me what I did not have! My energy and stamina levels never fully recovered after that illness. Initially, I thought I was just getting old - at 29 years of age. Slowly, my lack of energy became frustratingly worse.

In July 1997, chicken pox put me in bed for about 10 days. My digestive system never completely recovered, with irritable bowel syndrome setting in. At the time I was on holiday, but chose to resign from work, mainly due to my health. I struggled to do some part time work for 3 months, but had to give it up in April 1998. I wasn't coping.

During this time, several very stressful events took place in my life, including the birth of our first child in September 1995, who was eventually diagnosed with a rare, degenerative, genetic, muscle and brain disorder. Without a doubt, this long-term stressful environment was another trigger for my susceptibility to CFS.

Between May and November of 1994, I had the series of 3 hepatitis B vaccinations, due to work environment risks. Although I can't prove it, nor would most medical professionals support the idea, I have no doubt this was another trigger. In talking with other CFS sufferers, many had a vaccination or vaccinations in the months leading up to the initial onset of their condition or they had a major relapse after a vaccination.

Living with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
I went to the local CFS support group. The first 3 to 4 times were very informative and encouraging. It was good to discover I wasn't the only person struggling to find an understanding doctor. It was also good to find a comprehensive lending library of very informative books, tapes and videos. Though many of the discoveries I made were depressing, I still felt a real liberation in understanding exactly what I was dealing with.

Taking away the fear of the unknown in the early visits to the support group lifted off a huge emotional burden for me. It gave me more resources to cope with the strange symptoms I was struggling with - - fatigue and weakness, difficultly breathing, dizziness, muscle pain (fibromyalgia), fairly constant headaches, joint pain, especially in the ankles, wrists and fingers, inability to experience refreshing sleep, night sweats, sore throat and ears, churning painful stomach, diarrhea, hot flushed face, itchy gritty eyes, sweaty feeling around the eyes, cold, sore feet, "brain fog," confusion, poor short-term memory, etc.!

For a long time, I felt if I strictly followed a very healthy diet I would beat this condition. Dietary changes initially helped, but the improvement was not sustained, and I became emotionally obsessive about what I did or didn't put in my mouth, which was counter productive. While very important, diet was not the source of my healing. I also tried many different, often expensive, vitamins, minerals, supplements, natural remedies, etc, with no significant improvements.

As the weeks rolled into months and then years, I found going to the support group frustrating and depressing. Sharing with others, all struggling with similar aches and pains, and never finding any real solutions, was not helping me. I needed to become part of a support group with people who had recovered from the condition. These people seemed few and far between, which was depressing, and a reflection of the nature of the condition. Generally, people who had recovered, were out living life, and wanted to put space between themselves and CFS.

Freedom and Release
I currently am an ex-CFS sufferer, praise God! I have known the fear of being curled up in a fetal position, in bed all day with intense muscle pain from head to toe. The strongest dose of pain killer could only take the edge off of the pain. I have known the strain on my marriage, as my wife struggled with the frustration of having to cuddle up to a slimy, sweaty husband for months, who was often too weak to even return a decent hug. My heartfelt desire in sharing this story of how I was released from CFS, is that it may assist others in finding a pathway of healing. I have no desire to be controversial, but I must share the truth of how God set me free.

On Saturday, June 5, 1999, I attended a seminar about cults and the occult, and in particular, on Freemasonry. At the end of that night, there was a time of corporate prayer, specifically renouncing the generational curses that come about as a result of the oaths taken in Masonic rituals. (I have never been a Mason and have rejected becoming involved, however, I understand that at least three generations of my forefathers have been Masons.) At the end of that night, God, through His Holy Spirit, did major surgery in my life. Since that night, all the major symptoms of CFS in my body have ceased! For a day or two after that night, I had a deep "healing pain" in my bones.

Two days later, I went on a four day break with my wife. We walked four to five kilometers per day. I had rarely walked with my wife, for years before that, and would have to turn back early, if I did. I had to be careful and not over do things for a while, as I at times still struggled with tiredness. My muscles were occasionally sore and stiff, due to the shock of extra use after years of inactivity. I still occasionally struggled with digestive problems, but this has now normalized.
It has been over six years since that night. I have had only one relapse when all the symptoms of CFS returned for 2 days which I spent in bed. I received release by prayerfully renouncing Masonic curses in a similar way to the night of my original healing.

Having been out of the workforce for nearly 3 years, I still have some emotional struggles to overcome in the area of self-confidence. My energy levels have now returned. I have completed a primary school teaching degree. I am currently a part-time high school chaplain as well as the primary care giver for my disabled son.
CFS is a very perplexing and multifaceted illness. I believe its causes include environment (pollution, chemical sensitivity), physical influences (viral, dietary), emotional influences (long-term stress, grief), medical influences (vaccinations), and spiritual issues (generational curses through occult involvement). There are many readily accessible resources on these issues except for the last one - spiritual.

Unlike native or indigenous peoples, our "western world, rational thinking mindset," has difficulty accepting that physical harm can result from negative spiritual involvement. We hear much in the medical field about people being genetically predisposed to a certain illness or disease, including CFS. Perhaps not in all, but I believe in many cases, there is a spiritual predisposition, in the form of a generational curse, at the root of that genetic predisposition. Unless these generational curses are renounced and cut off, then there is a "freedom" for diseases to continue to manifest down a generational line.

My challenge to you is to prayerfully consider your spiritual heritage and seek out people and resources to assist you with any issues which may be keeping you in ill health. By all means, continue to pursue all possible issues that may be causing your illness, but don't neglect the spiritual. If in many cases CFS is spiritually rooted, we should not find it surprising that medical science is finding the mysteries of the illness hard to unravel.

Some months after my healing, I met another lady who had been battling CFS for 17 years. She had been president of the local CFS support group in New Zealand. She too was completely set free in a similar way, and for the same reason I was.

Through the hardest months of my illness, I declared I would widely promote and sell anything that gave me sustained release from CFS. Therefore, I promote to you the healing power of Jesus Christ, through the renouncing of generational curses. I can't however sell it to you, because it will not cost you anything!
Please feel free to pass this testimony on to anyone you know struggling with CFS or fibromyalgia. They need all the positive news they can get!
Howard.

Queensland, Australia
hb4jc@aapt.net.au

Healing Testimony
Watch Niki Ochenski healing testimony video.

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Niki's Healing

On November 15, 2000, I was ministering in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. I ministered a message at the Shepherd's House, where my good friends Richard and Dorothy VanWinkle are pastors. A woman named Chris Ochenski was there that night. Her daughter, Niki, was near death due to fibromyalgia and a host of allergic problems that had her in constant pain. She was so weak that she couldn't go to the restroom by herself. She was totally dependent on her mother for everything.

Niki and her whole family were fanatical believers. They didn't do something bad to make God punish them with this terrible sickness. It came as the result of a head injury sustained in a car wreck five years earlier while they were driving home from church. They were believing God for healing, and Niki was very open about telling everyone that she was going to be healed.

However, in my message that night, I said that we aren't waiting on God to heal us. By His stripes we WERE healed (1 Pet. 2:24). It's misdirected faith for us to just wait on God for healing. This was totally opposed to what Niki and her family had been believing. Niki had actually had a vision where the Lord appeared to her and showed her His stripes and bruises and promised her a progressive healing.

Chris took a tape of my message home and asked Niki to listen to it. She was blessed but confused about the statements that healing doesn't have to be progressive. She asked the Lord about that, and He told her that her healing was coming progressively because that's what she was believing for. That was not His best, though.

The Lord will meet us where our faith is, but His best is now. "Now faith is" (Heb. 11:1). Faith must believe that God is (Heb. 11:6), not that He was or is going to be. Faith is now! We have to aggressively take the authority God has given us and bring that healing into manifestation.

I went over to pray for Niki the following afternoon. I didn't know how bad she was. I just knew she had been in pain for over four years and was really hurting. Niki's faith and the faith of her parents had been redirected, and they were ready to believe for a healing NOW!

What happened then was an awesome thing. God instantly healed Niki in a very miraculous fashion. Her doctor later testified that he didn't expect to see her again. She was that close to death.

We have some great news for you. My television crew spent more than 15 hours interviewing the Ochenski's, and they have produced a video documenting Niki's healing. When I viewed it, I was moved to tears. I didn't realize how miraculous the healing really was. The video impacted me more than actually being there. This is one tremendous video!

Terri's Healing - From Terminal to Cancer Free

In June of 1999 I lost my mother to terminal lung cancer. Three months later in September, I was diagnosed with Stage IIIA Lung Cancer. It meant that I had a tumor in my upper left lobe and tumors in the mediastinal glands on the left side. It was inoperable. I wasn't expected to live.

During my second month of therapy I was sitting in the Chemo room with a needle in my hand receiving Chemotherapy. For some reason I decided then and there that it was time to bring Jesus into my life. I asked for forgiveness of my sins and for help through the next four months of treatment. You see, I was taking radiation and Chemo at the same time. I was so tired and scared. I prayed and I kept on praying.

Prayers Went Out
My neighbor who was a Southern Baptist told her prayer circle at church about me, and prayers went out all over the country for me. Even my mother-in-law who has relatives in Mississippi and New York were praying for me, and their churches were too.
When treatment was over that following March, my Oncologist wanted me to wait two months to let things settle down inside of me. Well, I went for a PT Scan in May and the scan showed my chest and lung to be totally free of cancer. Everyone was completely amazed, except for me, my neighbor and my mother-in-law.

He Brought Me a Long Way
Since then I have remained a Christian and it has changed my life. By religion I am Catholic, and although I don't go to Mass like I should, God is still with me. He has brought me a long way since those days of treatment. My motto today is to treat others as you would have them treat you.
I know God saved me for a purpose and I truly hope I am doing what He wants. I still go through trials and tribulations, but I pray for peace and comfort. I believe my life is better for being a Christian.

I know it's not popular to be a Christian or to be a witness these days, but I try to do my best.

Well, that is my simple story. I am sure there are many others out there who can testify of similar things.

I say, "Keep on praying." That is when you are closest to God.

Thanks for reading my story. Go with God, friends.

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Jesus Never Fails – Healing & Restoration
December 6th, 2009

want to share my testimony with you of how God has miraculously healed my precious little boy
For other awesome Christian testimonies check out www.testimonyshare.com & www.precious-testimonies.com – I will be posting this there.
A few months ago my son Liam developed Eczema on his face and on his knee. For those of you who like me, never knew about this skin condition it’s basically very dry skin that is extremely itchy and flaky and can cause severe scars, not pretty.

Anyway, he never had it before so it was quite a shock to see, I decided I needed to make an appointment with a dermatologist as I didn’t even know that what he had was Eczema. I asked a lady I know who is a professional nurse to take a look at it and she said it was definitely Eczema because she had it as well. Naturally I was worried when she said this, Liam is such a handsome little boy, okay one biased mummy’s opinion and to get something like that on his face would have been traumatic.

I decided to pray about it and trusted God for healing. A few days later it just cleared up, completely gone without any form of medication whatsoever! How awesome is that? They say you can only treat the symptoms of Eczema but there is no cure.

I beg to differ, there is a cure His name is Jesus Christ the Healer Divine. The word of God says “He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon Him and by His stripes we are healed”. Jesus purchased our healing for us on the cross of Calvary.
Jesus died so that we could “live”, He said that He came to give us life and life abdundantly, He wasn’t just talking about life after death, He meant abundant life starting right here and now and all the way through to eternal life with Him.

Recently Liam had a severe cold, his chest became congested and he started this noisy wheezing, it was so bad that we both couldn’t sleep from the noise. I laid hands on him and prayed in the Holy Spirit in tongues – I could feel an incredible heat on my hands and both Liam and I were shaking, Liam thought it was me shaking him but I knew it was the Holy Spirit flowing through both of us, and the wheezing stopped within a few minutes right there and then and he was able to sleep peacefully.

The next day his chest was all cleared up and there was no wheezing! Liam tried his best to cough so he could stay off school but God had healed him so beautifully he was back in school the next day!

Why do some people experience healing and not others? I honestly don’t know, in the words of one of my favourite authors & preacher Kathryn Kuhlman “I can only give to others what I have personally experienced myself”. There is still so much I am learning about God and it’s not going to happen overnight, because it’s a relationship.

Relationships involve building trust and experiencing each other, and that’s what God wants to do with each of us. He treats us as unique individuals, what builds your faith may not necessarily build mine, what inspires you may not inspire me. God knows this because He knows us intimately, so He handles each of us differently.

He knows every thought you think, you will not believe the way He speaks to me, for example today I was feeling “unappreciated” at work (understatement of the century!) . God specifically spoke these words to me, Colossians 3:23 ”And whatsoever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;”. In other words He was saying to me keep doing your best even if it’s not noticed and not appreciated, do it like you are doing it for me and leave the rest for me to handle. This is called Rhema and is the most common way that God speaks to us.

A Rhema is a verse or portion of Scripture that the Holy Spirit brings to our attention with application to a current situation or need for direction. Here’s an example from the Bible of how God uses Rhema to speak to us – God reminded Peter of His Word: “Then remembered I the word [rhema] of the Lord, how He said, John indeed baptized with water; but you shall be baptized with the Holy Ghost” (Acts 11:16).

The words of Jesus are significant on this point. “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word [rhema] that proceedeth out of the mouth of God” (Matthew 4:4). Jesus also stated, “The words [rhema] that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life” (John 6:63).

I know a lot of you have also experienced God speaking to you in this way, I also know a lot of people will think I’m Looney Tunes. I would have thought the same thing a few years ago, but now I know different so hey it doesn’t bug me. I stumbled upon an internet site the other day called Jesus Freak Hideout, I had to laugh – but this Jesus Freak is not hiding, no she will shout God’s goodness from the rooftops to anyone who will hear Jesus is truly amazing, as a mother my heart fills with gratitude for what He’s done for my child, so it’s no wonder why I am crazy in love with Him! Everyday with Jesus is an adventure as I learn more about Him and He reveals more of Himself to me.

It doesn’t mean life is always rosy, because we live in a fallen world with broken people so there’s bound to be difficult times. It just means there is a whole other dimension to life that we as believers are learning more about, that we have a Father in Heaven whose love is inconceivable, who is interested in every aspect of our lives and wants to guide and direct us – although I think God has his hands full with me. I’m an extremely impatient person, passionate & strong willed, but everyday I’m learning to be who God wants me to be, because I know His plan for my life is going to be exceedingly, abundantly above all I could ask or think.

In June this year I received a letter from my company – a notice of retrenchment. To add insult to injury I was told I had to stay on until December because there was nobody else qualified to do my job and I had to train someone to take over from me. I prayed about it and asked God to show me what to do.

His words to me were to just be still and know He is God and that’s exactly what I did. He gave me the strength to get through the uncertainty for 6 weeks before the final decision was made and God was true to His word. I received a letter from the company stating that the decision for retrenchment was reversed.
I don’t think this has ever happened in the history of the company, usually when a notice of retrenchment is issued it’s a done deal and it is never reversed. Hmmm…but they don’t know My Jesus! Turns out I also got a “pat on the back” for very good performance and next year they are looking at developing my position to grow into a Management role. How’s that for a complete turn around?

I had an outstanding debt that I couldn’t afford to pay in full – so I prayed and asked God to make a way where there seemed to be no way – the debt has now been reduced substantially to what I can afford to pay – the guy who gave me the reduction on the debt I owed said to me, “Well, I feel like Santa Claus”, I thought hmmm…well you don’t know my Jesus

My desire is for others to come to know the treasure we have in Jesus Christ. God has shown me that He wants me to have a ministry in writing (I wanted to be a rock star but I ain’t got the face, wanna be a rock star but I ain’t got what it takes -LOL).
I want to use the gifts He has given me for His Glory! I want the promises Jesus gives us in the Bible to become a reality in other people’s lives too, I want to see lives changed and healed in the name of Jesus. What He has done for me and for others, He is able to do for you. This is one of the beautiful promises of Jesus from the book of Isaiah:

“Isaiah 61:1 The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord has annointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; 2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; 3 To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness”.

John 3:3 – Jesus answered and said to him, “Most assuredly, I say to you, unless one is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.” What does being born again mean? When I heard this phrase years ago, I thought people were smoking something, I wish I had taken the time back then to learn what this meant.

The natural man cannot know God because He is a spiritual being. So unless your human spirit is regenerated and becomes joined to God’s spirit we cannot know or experience God. When you say the sinners prayer for Salvation and invite Jesus into your life and your heart – you become “born again” and you are “Saved” and reunited with God.

God’s spirit becomes joined to your human spirit and you are then able to have a relationship with God.
It’s a bit like airwaves, they are all around us even though we can’t see them, unless you switch on your radio and tune into the frequency, you won’t hear the music! So whatever you may be going through right now, be encouraged. Call on the name of Jesus and I can assure you, He will answer you. Jesus is an ever present help in times of trouble and has proved Himself to me in more ways than one, I hope my testimony and those of others will help you to realise this truth.
Hosea 4:6a

My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because they have rejected knowledge. What knowledge is God talking about here? The knowledge that His word is Truth. Truth is not some ideology, Truth is a person, Truth is Jesus Christ. God is a reality, the knowlege that He exists and that He is far greater and beyond anything our natural minds could even conceive. The world is in a state of needless suffering and spiritual blindness, we need to get the Truth of the Gospel out there – we need to get our testimonies out there – we need to be “The Light on the Hill” that Jesus spoke about.

This is where we as believers come into the picture, if we don’t tell them how will they know of His love, His mercy, His power and His grace? Are you up for the challenge? I know I am.

God Healed me of Depression!
December 6th, 2009

At 21 years old, I was brutally attacked on a college campus. Immediately following this, I had began experiencing panic attacks and other physical symptoms (insomnia, physical illness, paranoia, auditory delusions). Eventually, I developed severe depression. Before I continue, I want to explain that the depression I experienced was not just ‘sadness’. It was a real dark, empty state of being.

I was very tired, I stayed in bed all day. I was physically weak. Although I had grown up in a Christian family and was born again- but at that moment of my life, I didn’t ‘feel’ anything. Just emptiness, severe sadness and guilt. I cried at everything.

The depression deepened because I felt guilty about what happened to me on that college campus. I thought everyone was angry at me for allowing this to happen. My family was so desperate to help me that they turned to the church for prayer meetings, they turned to psychiatrists and medication as well.

I had been on several kinds of medication and they just were not working for me. I was so deep in this that I couldn’t rationalize what was happening to me. I would say to myself, “this doesn’t make sense why Im feeling this way?” but I couldn’t shake the feeling regardless of all the good things that people were trying to say to me.

One day, after a long night of insomnia, I decided to just take a whole bottle of my medication. I didn’t think twice about it, I just wanted to end it. The next day, my mother found me because I didn’t wake up. I don’t recall what happened but the next few days were unclear. I just know afterward that I got medical attention and returned to my parents home where they watched me and took care of me.

Finally my sister and brother in laws (strong prayer warriors for Christ) said that enough was enough. Even if I didn’t ‘feel like it’, they told me to get in the Word of God. Read it every day. They put cd’s on in my stereo and played it 24/7 with praise and worship music. My neice and nephew (their children) would visit me and ask me to watch their little Christian cartoons with them on Saturday morning.

People from church called me to pray with me. If I was home, alone, I had the phone numbers to prayer counseling if I felt like talking to someone. The point being- I had to immerse myself in the word despite what I was feeling physically, I needed to feed my spirit.

Within weeks of focusing on God (and not myself or what I was feeling), I started to change. Something in my spirit wanted to get up and get out of the house. I had a joy inside of me that was being re-awakened. Yes, I still felt physically ill and very lethargic but the joy of the Lord was coming through again! After several months, I was a completely new person.

I was happy again (inside and out) and I was just a shadow of my former self. I enjoyed reading about the hope of the Lord and what God has planned for us. It’s a comfort and a peace that no one else can bring.

My psychiatrist (whom I hadn’t seen in the months since my sister and brother in law intervened), called to ask what happened. My family told her that I was healed! I actually remember calling her the week before the last ‘scheduled’ appointment and letting her know that I won’t need to come in! It was a very happy conversation to have.

This situaton took place nearly 10 years ago. I’m 31 years old now, I just completed graduate school last spring and I work in the counseling field. I want to give hope to people who are struggling with depression. God has given us the ability to understand medical issues and the talent to address them through dr’s and medical professionals.

But as I Christian, I also understand and KNOW FIRST HAND, that healing comes straight from the Lord God Himself regardless of how what form the healing manifests itself in.
Depression is an ugly, dark place in a person’s life. Please fill it with the love of God and the hope that tomorrow is another day. Jesus lives for a reason! And so do you….

Healed of Self-harm
December 6th, 2009

I used to self-harm and feel depressed and suicidal. But God healed that!
In my early life I went to church and Sunday school. Then we moved to Ipswich and stopped going, although I did go once a month when I was a Brownie and a Guide. But this church was very formal and traditional and I never enjoyed it. Because of that, God was never exciting.

I was never very happy with who I was from the minute I started high school. I had serious confidence issues and I never really felt like I belonged anywhere. I had a lot of problems with friends also. We often fell out and they often bullied me and left me out of things such as shopping trips and parties, but I didn’t do anything about it because I didn’t know how to change things and I didn’t really see the point. I began to feel a failure. School work became my top priority, and my family became even more important to me because of my friendship situation. I became a perfectionist. I wanted to prove myself desperately with my school work.

When I was 14, my parents divorced. I found this really hard to cope with. I wanted to protect my mum and my younger sister, and I hated my dad for leaving us. I began to feel really empty, lost and miserable at this point, and questioned why I was alive. It felt like something was missing but I didn’t really know what. Also, the relationship with my dad got worse. I was never that close to him. He never really raised me, he was never really there. But after the divorce, we ended up only ever seeing him about once a year at Christmas. For a 14 year old, this is hard to accept. I remember feeling like he didn’t love me and I began to feel quite worthless. I wondered why I had such an awful relationship with my dad.

I sunk further into darkness and felt really quite depressed and suicidal at times, because the situation with my friends was getting worse. I felt so alone, but I suppressed the emotions and didn’t talk about it to anyone because I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone. The emotions built up. I began to develop a deep hatred of myself, and I felt angry at everyone, including myself. It felt like my school work was all I had at this point.

I can’t really remember the next two years between the divorce and me finishing my GCSEs in 2006. After I left high school though, I lost contact with my high school friends. I had expected it but this didn’t make it any easy. I had one friend, one good friend who is still my best friend, but that didn’t really make me feel any better. I fell into darkness again. I really hated who I was. I felt incredibly lonely and alone but I was far too embarrassed and ashamed to talk to anyone about how I felt. I felt stupid for having very few friends, but I didn’t think anyone would really help me. So I just pretended that everything was OK on the outside, even though on the inside I was crying. I felt really depressed, and I just couldn’t see how life could get better.

I started sixth form the September after I finished high school. I was pretty much a mess by now. I was deeply depressed and angry an awful lot and I felt so alone. I began to feel like I couldn’t cope with anything. I struggled to see any way out, and I planned to take my life a couple of times. I turned to self-harm in order to stop myself taking my life, and in order to feel like I could cope.

I was also trying to come to terms with the fact that my dad was getting remarried, just a couple of years after the divorce. I couldn’t understand why he wanted to get remarried. I couldn’t talk to anyone about this either. I didn’t want to talk to my mum, after she had to get over the divorce. I didn’t want to give her anymore pain. I also wanted to protect my younger sister, so I made sure that she was OK.

We were both quite stressed that year. I was still a perfectionist at school. I had huge expectations for myself. Basically, if I didn’t get A grades, I was a failure. I wasn’t always getting A grades, so I felt like a failure. Not just in my school work, but life in general. I did really hate myself, and I couldn’t see how life could get any better. I also think I really struggled with loneliness. I used to try and comfort myself by watching Friends constantly to make it seem like I had a large group of friends. I was seriously jealous of people who had huge social lives, but I never did anything to change my situation.


There is a bit of a blur between around December 2006 and summer 2007, when my father did remarry. It was during October 2007, randomly one week that God came into my life. I say randomly, because that’s how it felt at the time. I had been to church with the Brownies (where I was a young leader) one Sunday, and God popped into my head. Once he was there, he didn’t budge! I had never really thought about him before and it confused me, so I just said to him: “God, are you there? If you are, could you take these problems away for me?” He seemed to say “Yes”, because I read John’s Gospel and he softened my cold heart, because I remember feeling so overwhelmed at God’s love for me. I also ended up turning the Bible to Romans 8:31: “If God is for us, who can be against us?” I cried at this point.

I remember sobbing like mad. I could not understand how God, the Creator of the universe, could love me so much, especially when I felt so bad about myself and it felt like the world was against me. Something clicked, what I had been searching for was found. I gave my life to Jesus, believing that from that moment on things would be OK. Well, they were for a time. Finally I felt at peace with the world, and I was calm and I had joy in having Jesus in my life. I went to church and read the Bible and prayed. My social life didn’t improve, but I seemed to have so much joy in Jesus that it didn’t bother me that much.


I started university in September 2008. I had stupidly high expectations of both study and social life. Here I was, at university. My whole future depended on these next three years. I wasn’t having an easy time with God, because I made university number one in my life and sort of pushed him to the side. I had returned to the thought that if I didn’t get a decent degree, my life was over. I also thought my life would be over if I didn’t get good new friends. I wanted both. I didn’t trust God with anything, but worried constantly. The dark feelings returned and I began to really feel depressed. The suicidal desires returned. It felt like my emotions were out of control, to the extent that I scared myself. I thought I would explode. I felt so angry all the time.

I felt like a bad person. I began to self-harm again, to feel in control and to release the tension and to stop myself committing suicide. Self-harm helped me to pretend that everything was OK, when I was a mess. This time, my self-harm got worse. I sometimes didn’t feel comfortable unless I hurt myself in the morning and the evening.

I didn’t talk to anyone about my self-harm. I didn’t take it to God, either. Thinking about God only made me feel worse. I didn’t read the Bible and I rarely prayed. I thought God probably hated me. I didn’t feel so great about him, I didn’t understand why he was letting me go through all this. I remember thinking “I’m a Christian. Christians aren’t meant to feel like this, and we are certainly not meant to hurt ourselves and feel suicidal.”

I thought that I had to be punished because of how I felt, so I used to justify my self-harm on the fact that I needed to be punished. I had days when I felt so suicidal that I didn’t care for eternal life. The thought of it disgusted me. I wanted nothing more than to just sleep and for the pain to go away. The self-harm became a huge burden I would carry around for a while.


My self-harm became eating problems around January 2009. I became a vegan to cover up my eating problems. I would often starve myself, and I would sometimes binge. I felt so out of control in my life. Restricting my eating allowed me to feel in control, and I thought it was better than hurting myself because I wouldn’t be left with any more scars. But the eating problems were probably more dangerous. I had an unhealthy emotional relationship with food that’s hard to get over. I had a love-hate relationship with it. I didn’t feel so ashamed as I did with my self-harm.

I still carried the shame of that with my scars. I would over-exercise. I lost a lot of weight. Then, come around April, I read a verse in 1 Corinthians. “Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honour God with your body.” (1 Corinthians 6:19-20). God spoke to me really powerfully through this verse.

I knew he was saying to me to stop hurting myself and to care for myself because he loved me so much, and he didn’t want to see me hurting. I began to slowly change my eating habits and the temptations I had to hurt myself began to disappear slowly too. I held onto this verse really tightly. And God, I began to realise, had not let go of me, even though I had nearly forgotten him entirely. He did not hate me either. He cared about me and he was going to get me through this.
I struggled during summer 2009 but I really believe that God was in his last stages of healing me.

I struggled with the temptation to self-harm because of the big burden it still was to me. I was carrying the shame of it around under my long sleeves, and I was terrified of getting found out. I was so ashamed of what I had done to myself. I had days when I was suicidal. I still also struggled with food. I often binged and gained a lot of weight. I found comfort eating unhealthy food, especially in large amounts. I still had a poor social life and still felt lonely, although God seemed to keep me really positive. When September came round, I settled better into my second year of university.

I had realised that I felt better about myself at least, and the only things holding me back were my shame at self-harm, and the fact that I still had this emotional relationship with food. My faith, however, seemed to make this massive leap. I began to trust in God with everything.

It was amazing. I felt real joy at knowing Jesus as my Saviour, for the first time ever. I can’t really explain it properly, but it was a huge jump. All the negativity seemed to have left me. It was just amazing faith that I had not known before. God is now my number one priority in my life. Of course I would like to get a good degree but I trust in God’s amazing plans for me. It doesn’t matter if I don’t get the best degree! Jesus is for eternity, and my degree isn’t. Anyway, my relationship with God began to become amazing. I wanted to pray and read the Bible.

I went to church and found a church at my university town, which has been awesome for me in growing in my faith. I have been blessed with some amazing new friends there, and for the first time I’ve had a crazy social life schedule!! I also found getting involved with my Christian Union helpful.

Anyway, I still carried this burden of shame from the self-harm, and I would still binge eat often. The binge eating seemed to stop in October. It was on Tuesday 17th November 2009 that God released me of this massive burden. We were at the student mid-week group at church and discussing gifts of the Spirit and fruits of the Spirit. Healing came up, and for the first time ever, I mentioned that God had healed me from depression, suicidal thought and self-harm.

I had never told anyone before; it simply came out of my mouth. We then had a rather intense period of prayer ministry and worship, and God was doing some amazing things to everyone that night. A friend offered to pray for me, and I just knelt to the floor and I cried and cried and cried. God had said to me that I was free of this burden and shame now, it wasn’t mine to carry. It was his to carry. He told me it was OK to cry.

I had a lot of pain and shame in me. I also felt so free. It was amazing. I’ve been crying often still, because there still seems to be things to let go of. I also often feel overwhelmed at what God has done for me. I no longer feel the temptation to self-harm. I no longer have eating problems. I no longer feel depressed or suicidal, and I no longer hate myself. I feel so much more positive about everything and I have a real strong faith in God. He taught me so much during this period. He taught me to trust him, to put him first in my life and to lay all my burdens on him.

He also taught me that he loves me, so much, and that he does have amazing plans for me, but that I just have to be patient for them! Praise him that he never ever let go of me, even though I was so close to just forgetting him! He is so powerful, and he is a healer, and he loves us, and he is so faithful. He is just amazing.

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gerona:
LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, I thank you for all the miracles you have been performing and those you are yet to do. All glory be to your name,MOST HIGH GOD.

Yes, He is the awesome God who specialized in doing wonders in our days, all glory and praise be unto His name. Amen.

God Brought me Healing
January 11th, 2010

My name is Dorathy Hedges.
In July 2002. I became very ill, with Double Pneumonia and Bronchits. I was 59 years.

I was accessed at White Cross Medical Centre, Was sent to the local Hospital, where I end up in Intensive Care in a coma.

Because they gave me Penicillin, which gave me Anaphylactic Shock. {severe allergic reaction} When on life surport I died twice.
When I floated down the tunnel, I came into this Wonderful Light getting bigger and bigger, at the end I was greeted by Jesus and some Angels.
JESUS took my hand told me I was needed, I have to much for you to do, and JESUS prayed over me.
I saw Birds and Animals , People and flowers changing colours. And Angels Singing.

Next I found myself a an arm chair back in the word. At night I had Angles at the four corners of my bed playing music.
With what happened I had no voice, and needed an operation to be able to speak.
I spent 3 1/2 months in Hospital until able to return home in November:

To begin a New Life.
It’s been 7 years since then, I’m now 65 years. And the Lord is still working on me. All Praise Honor and Glory go to Our Father , Jesus , and Holy Spirit. Amen

Back from the Dead
March 16th, 2010

On October 2, 2009 I was told by my cardiologist to return on the 9th for an echocardiogram to confirm VSD- adult. On October 14, 2009 I went to my Cardiologist for an Angiogram in the Catheterization Laboratory to make sure there was blockage for surgery to close the hole in my heart. During the angiogram I suffered a Mycardial infarction. I passed away for about 20 to 22 seconds.

The warm blue ink caused a piece of plaque to break off and lodge into my left main coronary artery and cut off all blood and oxygen. The rt. coronary artery was completely blocked. It was so so painful like an elephant sitting on my chest and my heart feeling it was going to brust at any second. They had a coronary defibrillator that was placed on my shoulders twice.

When I was stabilized two stents where put in two days later from ICU I complained of heart pains they decided to go back into my heart to put six more stents into my rt. coronary artery. I’m a miracle because with a hole in my heart and a completely blocked RCA GOD still allow me to live. The cardiologist told me that patients have passed away with no damage to their heart. I know it’s true because people have died during angiogram proceduce.

I have a blocked main artery and VSD-Adult and the LORD still brings me back from the dead.

God Changed my Test Results and Healed me from AIDS
March 15th, 2011

When i was 17 i got raped, due to that i had to have a rape kit done. My dr. Called me and told me that i needed to come back into the office to receive my test results, i knew there was something wrong, going into there thinking it was something treatable, or maybe herpes at the worst, totally not expecting what i was about to hear.

The dr. Sat me and my mother down, asked me if i wanted my mom in the room, me replyin” yeah, y not”, the dr. Looked at the report, sadly saying,
“You’re HIV positive.”

That moment, my whole world crumbled, i really cant even explain it, at that moment all i could think about was death. I mean i was still a kid, not really knowing much about the disease, except that it can kill u, and its not curable. I kept telling the dr. Theres a mistake, thats not right, so on, he told us that we could recheck my blood but until then to go home and clean, get rid of all the razors i might have used, make sure no one else uses my toothbrush, and to even wash our clothes separately.

Anyways i had a lil boy at the time, he was 2-3yrs old, the whole week i had to wait for my blood work to come back, all i did was laid on the couch, crying, i wouldnt even let me son near me, scared id give him something (i didnt know much about the disease) i read all about it tho. Just in case i was positive, i’d know what to expect and so on, my family members came to visit me (my uncle particularly); he is my pastor also. But they came to visit, letting me know that they all would still love me, and not treat me any different…(that was hard)??

But in the mean time, there’s one thing i did, that changed my life…i PRAYED TO GOD WITH MY WHOLE HEART, weeping, promising him i’d turn my life around, and so on… well after that week passed, i gotta phone call one morning round 9am…it was my family dr. He called to let me know my test came back…NEGATIVE. i said no AIDS? He said no AIDS, HIV, herpees, etc.

OMG… i screamed with joy… knowing my god had changed my test result… i wanted to share this testimony to let people know no matter what the drs say, god always has the final say so always believe, have faith and pray, pray, PRAY. God is a healer, miracle working god, an on time god. Never doubt one bit. He holds all the answers to life!

God Helped me with Anxiety, Panic Attacks and Depression
March 5th, 2011

God helped me with my anxiety. panic attacks and depression…
2yrs ago. I gave birth to a wonderful baby girl, it was 3 months after that, i developed, what the dr’s called PPD (post partum depression). It was the worst but best 2yrs of my life. Worst, because it was soo hard, all the mental thoughts i went through. Fighting the devil, suicide thoughts, feeling like i was going crazy, living in a dream world, just plain crazy weird feelings/thoughts. Those things lead to me having severe panic attacks and depression, i seen 3 dr’s and 2 brain specialist, which all said i had anxiety/ppd. I disagreed, b-c i just didnt believe in it.

The dr’s wanted me to get on meds asap. So i went ahead and got my meds, got em filled, took em bout a week, then got online and researched the info on depression meds. And did not like the effects and causes of them, so i dropped them, but the anxiety and panic attacks were so rought i couldnt handle it, i really really felt like the devil was trying to take my body over, it was the weirdest, scariest feeling in the world. I lived across a bridge, and it was so scary b-c everytime i drove over that bridge, something was telling me to drive my car off into the water, just to end it all, the pain, the depression, the anxiety, all of it, but then id look into my rear view mirror and see my baby girls face, and id break down, i knew i had something to live for, i had a family, a husband, a life.

And i knew suicide would send me straight to hell, (the bible says we shall not kill, and not to defile (destroy) the holy temple ( which is our bodies) that carry the holy spirit. I realized then, i needed to get my life in order and find god and live for him, so i just relied on god. (I knew i couldnt do this without god) instead of medicine, and im hear to tell you, he has changed my life in soooo many ways, i dont have panic attacks anymore, he has blessed me and my family.

My hubby got in church also. And so did my mom (which. Gave up 20yrs of smokin for god) but the best thing is my kids. My 9yr old and my 2yr old sing and worship god, it just touches my heart and makes me sooo happy to see what god has done in my life, and i look forward to the future with god, but i want and hope this testimony helps sumone, just remember god can heal you WITHOUT MEDS OR A DR. Just pray and seek him, and remember god made us with love not fear.

God Helped me with Anxiety, Panic Attacks and Depression
March 5th, 2011

God helped me with my anxiety. panic attacks and depression…
2yrs ago. I gave birth to a wonderful baby girl, it was 3 months after that, i developed, what the dr’s called PPD (post partum depression). It was the worst but best 2yrs of my life. Worst, because it was soo hard, all the mental thoughts i went through. Fighting the devil, suicide thoughts, feeling like i was going crazy, living in a dream world, just plain crazy weird feelings/thoughts. Those things lead to me having severe panic attacks and depression, i seen 3 dr’s and 2 brain specialist, which all said i had anxiety/ppd. I disagreed, b-c i just didnt believe in it.

The dr’s wanted me to get on meds asap. So i went ahead and got my meds, got em filled, took em bout a week, then got online and researched the info on depression meds. And did not like the effects and causes of them, so i dropped them, but the anxiety and panic attacks were so rought i couldnt handle it, i really really felt like the devil was trying to take my body over, it was the weirdest, scariest feeling in the world. I lived across a bridge, and it was so scary b-c everytime i drove over that bridge, something was telling me to drive my car off into the water, just to end it all, the pain, the depression, the anxiety, all of it, but then id look into my rear view mirror and see my baby girls face, and id break down, i knew i had something to live for, i had a family, a husband, a life.

And i knew suicide would send me straight to hell, (the bible says we shall not kill, and not to defile (destroy) the holy temple ( which is our bodies) that carry the holy spirit. I realized then, i needed to get my life in order and find god and live for him, so i just relied on god. (I knew i couldnt do this without god) instead of medicine, and im hear to tell you, he has changed my life in soooo many ways, i dont have panic attacks anymore, he has blessed me and my family.

My hubby got in church also. And so did my mom (which. Gave up 20yrs of smokin for god) but the best thing is my kids. My 9yr old and my 2yr old sing and worship god, it just touches my heart and makes me sooo happy to see what god has done in my life, and i look forward to the future with god, but i want and hope this testimony helps sumone, just remember god can heal you WITHOUT MEDS OR A DR. Just pray and seek him, and remember god made us with love not fear.