Testimony
March 29, 2007 – 7:19 pmLa Shawn is looking for testimonies of how one came to Christ. I left mine in her comments but I am reprinting it here as well.
Please feel free to leave yours in both places if you feel so moved.
When I was 16 years old I had a dream that everyone I knew and everyone I loved worshiped the devil. I tried and tried to get them back in my dream, but they wouldn’t come. I woke terrified, my heart racing.
I spent the next 40 or so minutes repeating again and again, Jesus Loves Me. Jesus is my Saviour. Jesus died for my sins. Jesus loves me. Jesus is my Saviour. Jesus died for my sins.
Finally, after repeating that for about 40 minutes, I was calm again. My heart was beating normally. I was no longer terrified.
If I hadn’t had my faith in Christ, I am sure I would have been lost, would have had to have been institutionalized, in a rubber room with a well fitted white jacket.
The devil tried to get my soul. With Christ’s help, he failed miserably.
Thank you Jesus, You have saved me more than once.
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It was the summer of the year when I was 12 years old.
I had recently returned from two weeks at Bible Camp, enjoying Christian fellowship and learning.
I didn’t accept Christ as my Savior at camp, though.
I came home and I can still remember it as if it happened yesterday. It was hot so the windows in my bedroom were open and for about two weeks the Holy Spirit dealt with me.
I have heard people pray may someone’s bed be a bed of stone and their pillow a pillow of stone until they accept You, Lord.
I’m living proof of that prayer being true in my life.
I resisted for about two weeks because I didn’t want my friends to laugh at me. After all, it’s easier to be of the world than of the Lord.
Night after long night I tossed and turned until I thought I was going to lose my mind. Sleep was something that wasn’t coming easily for me.
I wasn’t thinking idle thoughts, either. I knew I was thinking of Salvation, and I know now it was the work of the Holy Spirit.
One night I finally got out of bed and got down on my knees at the side of my bed and asked Jesus to come into my heart and soul and be my Savior.
I confessed my sins and acknowledged He is the One and only Begotten Son of God and because He died and was resurrected and lives at the Right Hand of the Father I am able to have eternal life.
The tears came a few years later when the Spirit finally got it into my head that Jesus loves me and I should love Him too, not just because I don’t want to go to hell, but because He has that Perfect love that gives me peace that passes all understanding.
The road has been rocky and has sometimes curved, but I’m still following the path and one day we will all rejoice in Heaven together with the One Who made it all possible.
Jesus paid it all. All to Him I owe.
Thank you for this opportunity to share my testimony.
By Jeanette on Mar 30, 2007