God Brought Me Through! I am a young man, age 29, raised to know right from wrong. I had the love for the Lord placed in my heart from when I was a little boy, but Satan and his ways took over my life for a short time. As a teenager, I did and chose some wrong paths. But Glory be to God, and I am Alive and clothed in my right mind to testify about my test. First came the demon of suicide. The Demon of homosexuality followed it and was all wrapped up by one of Satan’s well-known tricks “street drugs”. My mind has always been on full speed, overthinking and being very hard on myself. I had a good friend come into my life, and he took his life in his own hands and ended it by suicide. I love him so much that I even tried to take his path, but God blocked it. As a teenager I found myself walking a thin line between two lives. One of a straight teenager dating the high school cheerleader and walking around the halls flirting with girls and cutting class to hang out on the back side of the building smoking weed and drinking beer. Then there was a side of my life where I found myself in
Freed to Eat Natural Foods I found it hard, nearly impossible to eat certain foods as a child going on teen growing up till very recently. If I started eating a Banana, I’d want to just spit it right out and throw up. Or mashed potato, and a good few other vegetables. To the extent were the only vegetables and fruit I would eat would just be the common stuff you’d find in a sandwich or the common toppings on a Pizza. It was like my body just had a downright aversion to natural foods. Because that’s what I think it was. Praise be to the Lord Jesus Christ that just 2 or 3 weeks ago I managed to eat a Banana in I swear the first time in years. And weeks before that I was able to eat some nuts which I also couldn’t eat beforehand. And likewise with other natural foods, fruits, and vegetables; I’d just wanted to spit them right out. And if I continued eating the food, to force it down, I’d vomit. I’d be at a friend’s house and my friend would be wondering along with his family why I couldn’t finish eating a roast dinner. Other times in my life I’d be a guest at somebody else’s house, and I’d cringe inwardly at hearing
