Salvation Testimonies
I want to start by addressing all those who are reading this and are experiencing great anxiety, depression and suffering in their lives, and who also feel like they are loved by no one. God loves you so immensely it’s unfathomable. No person can love you as much as God loves you. He wants you to turn to Him with your sorrows. He wants to save you and make you whole again. I want to tell you how He did this to me and how I came to know His …
This testimony is for your bleeding heart. This is a true story. You see, I too was angry with God because I couldn’t seem to find God when I needed him. I studied the word and prayed as well but I always had such a hard time getting the things that the average person could get with no problems. I felt like my prayers were not alleviating anything at all. I knew there was a God. In the same sense, I knew there was a devil. What I couldn’t understand …
Excuse my english everyone, lol. Although I didn’t grow up in a religious home, I knew I believed in God. Even though I didn’t practice Christianity and didn’t belong to a church, I knew that I believed in God. My belief in God gave me confidence and courage to do many things, good and bad. I would do risky things and put myself in somewhat dangerous situation then convince myself that God “wouldn’t allow me to die like this”. Now that I look back, it was very twisted on my part. …
My name is Julie and I have a very real and moving story I would like to share with you. I was born in Toronto in 1983 and taken by CAS at 3 months old. The details surrounding this are sketchy for me but basically my mother got arrested and she got my aunt to watch me who then gave me to a lady she met on the street. I had a very bad cough and the lady took me to the hospital who called CAS because apparently I had …
Hello! My name is Fernanda , I’m 17 and I would like to share my testimony on How God has healed me, forgiven me, changed me and saved me. Praise the Lord Jesus ! I grew up in a Catholic family. My parents took us to church every sunday. But I never paid any attention during mass , and I never truly understood anything about God or Jesus’ death and resurrection . I had too many mental issues to even care at the time, I was a mess. I was …
Well here it goes… Here in NZ I grew up surrounded by the NZ gang life, was with a gang member, I was adopted at 3 months old, never knew my biological mother until I was 12, never knew my biological father only up until the last few months, step brother molested me, sex without my consent (raped), neighbors son molested me often, slept with presidents of a gang just to keep my family safe at the age of 12, went missing for months since the age of 12, felt …
A short new year story… mabuhay….tithes are very important. I just did it last week (for the first time I just gave the 10 percent ). I’m in a debt situation (5k dollars) right now. My wife is pregnant. Bills are overdue already and electric and water are ready for disconnection (I just wanna hang my self “just kidding hehehe). but I just give my first fruit “10 percent”1200 pesos (24dollars) to the church that I’m going to and after just about 1 day (next morning) before the new year …
This is my testimony born in family of four. My father was shoot dead when l was at the age of 12 years and by the age of 14 years my mum was locked up and we were left in the care of relatives. Back then when we had both parents life was good but after the first storm life was no longer the same left in mercy of family who felt they needed to teach us the world was not of glitters. We lived with my grandmother but she …
When I graduated from college, I thought I was the smartest person in the world. But after 6 years of frustrating jobs, I found myself working in the family business. My father paid me more than I could earn elsewhere and I was beginning to believe I had no value. It was a low time in my life because I was beginning to realize I wasn’t as cool or smart as I thought I was. I had been married 5 years, and my wife tried to get me to go …
It was the end of September 2015. My life at that point was spiraling out of control. This particular week was more hectic than usual to say the least. I was juggling a full time job, tending to my husband who had torn his ACL/MCL about a month prior, taking care of our two children and packing an entire home of four mostly by myself. My husband helped as much as he could from our bedroom by tapping each and every box but mostly rested before he was scheduled for …