this is christianity forum, so i thought i would ask,if there's any Christians here if they would like to share thier "testimony" of how they met God, got saved, got converted, saw the light,,whatever you wanna call it. i would love to hear your stories!
God was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar When I met him I picked him out, I shook him up, and turned him around Turned him into someone new Now five years later on he's got the world at his feet Success has been so easy for him But don't forget it's me who put him where he is now And I can put him back down too. Don't, don't you want me? You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me Don't, don't you want me? You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me It's much too late to find You think you've changed your mind You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh GOD'S RESPONSE - I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar That much is true But even then I knew I'd find a much better place Either with or without you The five years we have had have been such good times I still love you But now I think it's time I lived my life on my own I guess it's just what I must do Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh
Well, here's how it happened for me I was raised Southern Baptist, but by the time highschool rolled around I'd pretty much gotten out of that. I was completely confused about my spirituality and kept hopping from one religion to another, la de da. Eventually became an atheist. I also suffer from depression. Nothing to do with how I live my life, definitely chemical. Anyway, my highschool years were hell, but I thought things would change in college. They just got worse. Everything got worse and I just couldn't deal with it anymore. I'd been suicidal, I self-harmed, had other totally self destructive tendencies. One night while in bed, a few days before the end of my first year of college, I just started freaking out. I cried myself to sleep...desperate for any help. That night I had the most amazing dream. In it, I was crying in my bed, looked up at the ceiling directly above me and saw Jesus' name written there. I started praying, basically just saying, "God, Jesus, please, whoever, just help me. Please, I need you." Then there was this odd sort of "abduction scene" lol. Like out of the x-files hehe. I was paralyzed, the room was shaking, there were lights flashing, all that weird stuff. I was freakin' scared and started hyperventilating. Then all of a sudden I felt hands on my head, comforting me. And I couldn't see who it was, but I didn't have to, I knew. And he said, "Everything will be ok...I'm here now." Almost immediately I calmed down, those hands, his presence, they stayed with me until all the weird crazy stuff settled down. Then I could move again. I woke up to my roommate calling my name. She slept on the bunk under me. She had gotten up though to wake me because she said I'd been hyperventilating and crying in my sleep. I told her what I'd dreamed...we were both rather weirded out. But after that night, I've never been the same. I've been down again since then, suicidal even, but I've always been able to pull myself out, something has always gotten my attention, saved me...for example the time I was ready and willing to slit my wrists and kill myself in the shower after I lost my last love...I had the radio on and at the very moment I was starting to cut, the song "All Things Must Pass" came on and I was just filled with this sudden feeling that everything was ok. Whether that experience was "just a dream" (don't believe that personally) or not, it changed my life, and I'm greatful to God for sending it to me.
My parents didn't raise me to be religious in anyway. When I was young, I would go to church with my grandparents. I would lie in bed and wonder what the purpose if life was. I felt lost, but didn't know why. Then my parents divorced and we moved, so I couldn't go to church with my grandparents anymore. At the age of 13, I became friends with a born again Christian. I would go to church with her & her family, joined the youth group and helped in the church nursery. But my friend moved away, and I slowly erased God from my life. When I was 18 I met my life long friend Allison. She was raised in a Christian home, and attended a private Christian school. She was at peace with herself and I wanted the same for me. But then I got pregnant and moved away. After I had my daughter, I was lost spiritually. I met some people who were into tarot cards, rune stones, spirit guides, etc. I eventually got sucked into it all and was very lost. Then I met an awesome couple. They did daycare for me & my daughter and they are full of God's love. Now at this time, I was denying that Jesus Christ ever existed! That's how lost I was. But God kept putting his followers in my path and slowly I realised that God is good. But I still had a long way to go. Then I met the man who would become my husband. He was raised in a Christian family,and has morals and values. I saw how close he was with his family, especially in comparison to my family. I wanted to be like them, but I had my doubts about the Christian religion. My hubby never pushed me, even though he was very concerned about my spirituality. If I had a question, he would answer it and let me make my own decision. Then I read a novel by Frank Peretti and it changed how I saw the spiritual world. It made me realise that angels and demons are real and that I had a few demons hanging on to me. That night I prayed for Jesus to come into my heart and for God to forgive me of my sins. I cried tears of joy at the feeling of being spiritually free for the first time in my life.I still struggle with my demons some days, but I am getting stronger in God's love.
i wasnt brought up in a christian family, none in my family believes in god and i didnt go to a church school..i didtn have a clue about the christian faith...i had an ok childhood, a pretty traumatic teenage-hood and left home (conrwall) at 16 by myself to live in london. i dont have a relationship with my father and my friendship with my mother has deterioted since i moved out three years ago. i went to college in croydon and after two weeks, fell in love and moved in with my beautiful girl, flo...her family went to a nearby church and so when i lived with her i randomly went to church..thought it was a load of rubbish and really really hated it. me and flo also went along to an evening cell group someytimes which was for tennagers and i hated that even mnore than church...my life was full of rubbsih and every time i went there i just felt really bad compared to all these stupid holy people..but i kept going just to torment the christians.. at this point in my life i was very into gay rights and i used to go there stoned off my face just to argue how narrowminded and homophobic they all were and shock them by my antics with flo...i was such a cow that year my life went crazy, i had a succession of disastrous relationships and got hurt very badly..anger had built up within me with regard to my parents, i felt alone, deserted and rejected...i had a serious problem with alcohol which is why i no longer drink...i was sexually abused, drugged and raped and plied with drugs...i was abandoned by people i loved and ridiculed..i felt so lonely and depressed, i couldnt handle life...i punished myself through starvation, cutting my arms and legs, i screamed with the pain of loneliness at night and cried regulary until i was sick...i desperately sought happiness and fullfillment but looked in all the worng places, i used drugs and alcohol to numb my senses and lull myself into false security...my friends, bar flo, were fake and untrustworthy... through outn this year, the chirstians i tormented never gave up on me, and they never backed down..they told me the gospel over and over...told me jesus died for me, told me god adored me , told me he was calling out for me to come to him...i hated them for this becuase it wasnt helpin me... one day, out of boredom and i dont know whjat else, i went to a christian tent mission in a nearby park which was being run by the church i had infrequently attended. as i sat at the back and a lady called marylin harrie preached the gospel i felt a very strange sensation run through my body...i felt warm as if i had just fuelled myself on vodka...as i heard the words i had repeatedly heard from my friends over the year come out of her mouth they burnt into my thoughts... she said god loved me...she said god was my father..this broke my heart...she said jesus knew everything i had ever done and adored me anyway...this made me almost throw up...i felt like i was the only person there...every word penetrated my heart and ripped my pride to shreds...they werenbt new words but they burnt through my cold heart and left me reeling... i nknew i needed jesus, i knew if i dint give in to him then i would have killed myself..she prayed a prayer for all those who wanted to accept jesus as their lord and saviour..i prayed the prayer silently in my head, only half believeing it would make a difference to my life.. after praying she asked anyone who prayed along with her to raise there hand, i thought..no way! but one of the christinas i came with sat next to me said put your hand up then...i was well sacred coz i had prayed in my head, but he could obviously tell from my emotuons...i stuck my hand up she then said walk to the front and we will pray for you..i thought no way..id rather run out the door..but my legs had other ides, so while my mind stayed glued to the seat my legs took themselves to the front and got me prayed for..it was a supernatural experience after that day my life changed so dramatically, jesus had forgiven and had given me hope for the future...also his holy spirit lived inside me which drmatically chnaged the way i lived almost instantaneously...all addictions ihad ended immedianetly without any effort on my part..thanks to gods mercy and grace i started goin to church regukary, praying daily..not out of discipline but out of this immense new found love i had for god...my heart was fullk of gratitude and praise for him and i didnt stop grinning for at least two weeks... since then my life has never been the same, i have a personal relationship with jesus christ, i can now have a one on one relationship with god my father who loves me so completely, i have never felt so whole..my l;ife has been transformed!!
