In December 1986, I was driving a gasoline truck with 2500 gallons of gas in the tanks. A drunk driver turned across the road and stopped in front of me. I hit him. My truck rolled over, causing my tank to bust. At that point I was in a river of burning gasoline trying to find a way out of my smashed truck, and there seemed to be no way. As I gave up the fight for life and realized I was going to die, a strange kind of peace came over me. I began to think of my wife and two small boys. What would they do without me? I powerless against what was happening to me. I had lost my breath, and by reaction my body took a breath of flames. within seconds of sure death, I ask in my heart and mind (GOD please don’t let me die) That is when my miracle took place. The flames parted, there was fresh air for me, it was incredible. The flames were reported to be 80-100 feet high from the bystanders. Yet in all this there was a path through raw gasoline that would not burn until I was clear of the wreckage. God is waiting for you right now, just call out to him. God heard me that day,
Delivered from Sex and Drugs through Christ I am a 19-year-old mother of a 1-year-old little boy, and I am here to testify that my God is real and He is all things Good! I always believed in God, but I was not a devout Christian because of the people I was hanging around with. I was a smart, beautiful child who did not have a church growing up, all I had was my mother and my grandma to teach me. I grew up knowing the commandments and fearing breaking them. My grandmother who we call “Meme” taught me what I know about Jesus. Unfortunately, as I kept growing, I started to lose focus and not care about God’s word because of these worldly things. I thought I was fat and ugly as a little girl, I had a lot of insecurity issues, but as I look back at pictures, I realized how cute and kind I was. Anyway, I went through my teenage years trying to make myself somebody that I was not. I wore heavy eyeliner and tried to change my outside looks to what I saw on television. The way the media portrayed “pretty girls” had a big impact on my insecurity issues. As I got older, I got better at painting my face with makeup and
Fighting Off Demons I was in college doing a lot of ecstasy. I was a Christian, but I was very damaged and oppressed by demonic activity growing up. One night while lying in bed I noticed a shadow man peering out my window. He was tall and thin, with broad shoulders and a brimmed hat. I knew he was a demon, so I walked up to him. I tried to touch his chest and I laughed in his face. Then the trench coat opened, and the big shoulders were wings, similar to a bat. His legs were more like a tornado tail no feet. He pushed my chest taking my feet off the ground and onto my back where I had an awake seizure (eyes open, loss of voice box) and the tail was going through my heart. I had many negative spiralling thoughts. I have had many demonic entities follow me around and attack /oppress me. It’s a struggle keeping them away since light attracts darkness. They’ve asked me in dreams why I haven’t come to the other side, they’ve tormented my dad and told me they were excited to meet him, in dreams, visions, and voices (outside of my head). I wish I was a stronger Christian to fight them off. The only thing stronger than them is
Lord, Please Make Him Stop In April of 2017, I started a relationship with someone I have known since I was 14 years old, I thought I truly loved him, but this relationship was just the beginning of a terrible nightmare, the beginning my whole world was turned upside down, everything was good for the first month, the bad thing is we were using drugs together nothing about that lifestyle was worth what I’ve had to go through, I thought I loved him, I thought I could change him but I was wrong; it got to the point we were both using every day. I would try so hard not to do it but it was there, that was the evil in the drug. It would eat at me, I started falling away from God more, falling away from my family more, and my relationship with my mother started fading. I’ve always had a very close relationship with my mother. The drug started doing what it does best. It started pulling me away from my family, it started making me less of a mother, I got to the point, where instead of cooking meals every night I would fix something quick to rush them off to bed so I could finish cleaning or whatever it was that I was doing
“Living” Testimony I am a true living testimony. All my life since I was 16 I experienced drugs and alcohol. From 2010-2013 I drank and drove. Started maybe about once a month, my boyfriend at the time did most of the drunk driving (he was an alcoholic too) he eventually gave me two black eyes. I left my boyfriend because he beat me a lot and had other problems so then it turned into a weekly thing that I drank and drove after getting to my apartment, living by myself. Then I drove drunk several times a week, sometimes every day, mainly to go get more beer. Yep, I was a severe alcoholic. I had quit going to church and fallen far away from Christ. My mom had a dream I got in a wreck and died, on the intersection by her house. A few weeks later I got in a bad wreck at the same intersection as her dream I was under 0.3 from alcohol poisoning. Everybody I knew was praying for Me. Dr told my family I wasn’t going to make it, but God had another plan for me. 3 months later I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital bed in Dallas all confused. My dad had told me I had been in a coma the
