by Marie | Mar 11, 2025 | Testimonies
This Beautiful Journey The road has been so long with so many hard-to-describe components… I am not quite sure about exactly where to start… or how to fit all of… This Beautiful Journey The road has been so long with so many hard-to-describe components… I am not quite sure about exactly where to start… or how to fit all of this into a short enough post – but I will do my best to humbly do this testimony justice… I have been asked to write this from a place of forgiveness, love and respect so I will do exactly that… and begin right around the time when I first got sick… Here is how I met Jesus Christ the Son of God: In my late 20’s, I came down with a mysterious illness that caused my teeth to become quite loose in my gums (especially my lower teeth) and my hair to fall out completely from the very top of my head. Within a few months I had lost half of my hair volume and within a few days the entire top of my head was bald. I could very gently grab it and whole clumps would come out. My heart would beat abnormally – either too fast or too slow and at an irregular rhythm – and my feet
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by Marie | Mar 11, 2025 | Testimonies
God Set Me Free from Grief It was the summer before my sophomore year of high school when the worst call came; ten months after my dad had said, at… God Set Me Free from Grief It was the summer before my sophomore year of high school when the worst call came; ten months after my dad had said, at my cousin’s funeral, that nothing happens without God allowing it. It was morning when I heard my mother’s phone conversation and knew something terrible had happened to him. Alone in my bedroom, I dropped to my knees and cried. My father had been murdered while away on business. My parents had been divorced for four years and I hadn’t been close to my dad since the age of six. That didn’t diminish the blow of the news nor the impact it would have on me for the next two decades. The tragedy of my dad haunted me for years. I suppressed it with heavy drinking in my late twenties and early thirties. Alcohol was a faithful companion. One evening, I declared that time to be the last that I would cry about it. Like a prayer that welled up from within, I heard myself proclaim freedom from the chains of grief and sorrow that bound me. I didn’t know how
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