Blog : My Testamony Part Four

My Testamony Part Four

8/27/2006 6:32 pm

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11/21/2006 8:09 pm

Disclaimer:
I want first of all to let everyone know that what I am about to reveal is not because I am living in the past or because I am holding on to it. I am not still wearing my grave clothes, so to speak.

A testimony is simply speaking the truth of what God has done in one's life, personal experience of His love, grace, power, glory. For a biblical example of a testimony please see Acts 26:1-23

Just before I was returned to my mother's home from the foster home she remarried. She had divorced my dad during the 3 years he spent in prison and I was kept from him and his family until I left home for the most part.

During these first 12 years of my life God sent many people into my life who taught me the things I needed to learn to keep from being a total loss. My maternal grandfather loved me dearly and I was a favorite of his. I remember times when the family would gather and he would tell all us children that he was going fishing the next morning, early. Anyone who wanted to go was expected to be up and ready, on their own, or they got left behind. It was his way of leaving the little ones behind without hurting their feelings. I was one of the little ones who couldn't wake up on my own, but grandpa would get the bigger kids busy loading up the truck and he would sneak back in the house and wake me up so I would have just enough time to get ready and run out the door just as he was starting the truck. There were many, many times that my grandpa filled my daddys shoes. He passed away just before I turned 17.

One of my dad's nephews refused to be shut out of our lives by my mom. He would come as often as he could even though he was in the Air Force and served in Viet Nam. I knew that he loved me just because I existed, still does.

One of my sisters boyfriends was the same way. I was his little sweetheart and he always made a point of spending a few minutes with me whenever he came to our house. He too was in the military but he never failed to let me know that he loved me just like I was. He died in a drowning accident when I was 8 or 9.

These men were my fathers and my brothers. They taught me that there were good men in this world who did not hurt and abuse children or women.

God also sent me women who loved me like mothers. These were those that I went to with questions or turned to when I was hurting. Though I did not, felt I could not, tell them what was going on at home, I knew that I could trust them and that they loved me unconditionally.

God filled the void in a little girls life because He had a purpose for me. He had a plan for my life and He loved me. He sent me people who would help me to learn the things that I should have learned at the feet of my parents.

God always makes a way when Satan comes in and manages to disrupt His plans. He will not be deterred. We must always remember that no matter what Satan throws at us, God has every little detail worked out. And should someone along the way falter, God always has a plan B.

Ephesians 6:13 . . .and having done all, to stand

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