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My Testamony Part Six
8/28/2006 11:37 amLast Read: |
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 I was in Jr. High during this time. My step-dad's house was in a different school district than the one I was in at the foster home. I was back with kids I had gone to elementary school with and back to being one of the school losers. I'd grown up poor and many of the kids I'd grown up with had shunned me after my dad went to prison while in elementary. I had even overheard one girl tell a newcomer to stay away from me because her mom had told her that I had done bad things with my dad. I did have a few friends, other losers and ne'r do wells. One day while waiting for the bus after school one of my friends came up to me, angry, and said that another of my friends had told her I had been calling her bad names. I hadn't done this and of course denied it. My friend hauled off and hit me in the face with her fist. Then she said if I didn't say I was sorry that she would hit me again. I told her that I was sorry that she believed I would say something like that about her but that I hadn't. She said for me to come on, we were going to fight and I told her that she was my friend and I had nothing to fight with her over. I told her that I was a Christian and that God said to turn the other cheek. Then she hit me again and insisted that I fight her. I refused and she turned and walked away. Everyone thought I was stupid to just stand there and let her hit me, not once, but twice, and not strike back. But it wasn't me, it was God. I got the tar beat out of me by my mom when I got home with two black eyes, for not fighting back as well. But somewhere, down deep inside of me I knew that I had done what God wanted me to do. Shortly after that incident my mom and step-dad bought a trailer house and we moved back into the school district where I had been attending school while in the foster home. I didn't see any of the kids from the school where this incident occured for years. About five years later I went with my step-sister from my dad's second marriage to visit a friend of hers. Upon walking into the house I discovered that this friend was my old friend who had hit me back in Jr. High. She recognized me as well. She came up to me, put her arms around my neck and told me that she was a Christian. That she never forgot what had happened that day and that what I had done that day or what I hadn't done, had been a turning point in her life. If you have read the rest of my testamony you may remember me speaking of the pastor and his wife who came and prayed for me in the hospital when I was a baby. Well, it just so happens that one of his daughters was in the crowd at the school that day and she also has approached me since then and told me that the incident witnessed to her as well. There were a lot of people gathered around that day and only God knows how many He was able to speak to because I was willing to listen to His voice. The world is watching us and I am so glad that I, as unworthy as I am, can be used by Him. Each of us can be, if we are willing. Ephesians 6:13 . . .and having done all, to stand 
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8/31/2006 4:56 pm |
Thank you for sharing your testimony. It takes courage to open your heart and reveal who you really are. I appreciate you letting me read. Someday I hope to share as much. GBY, Marjorie 
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