Delivered from Drugs, Death and Destruction My father was a coal miner. Love was strong and noticeable in our home. (note: my dad went home to be with my lord Jesus in Sept. Of 2006). Mother was and still is a warrior of the cross and bound for the promised land. In my early years, my mother said I was the one who had an interest in the bible more than my other brothers and sisters, so as I was growing up, I would spend a lot of time alone in the hills and woods. I loved the wild animals. My early life was all right. It wasn’t until I left home that the trouble started with the drugs and drinking and all that went with it. At the age of 19, my oldest brother and I left home for the northern cities looking for work and came to a place called Flint Michigan to work in the automobile plants building cars. This is where the drugs and drinking went from bad to worse. Being married at that time with one child, times were good and bad, but more bad than good. Things started going down. Soon there were three more children. My wife and I were drifting apart (it was mostly my wrongdoing and bad choices) until we went
My Demonic Deliverance Story I was delivered by demon doctors called “Borderline Personality Disorder.” I didn’t know it was a demon until a few weeks after I gave my life to Jesus Christ, which was on March 23, 2016. I see a lot of people don’t like to hear (even good Christians have a hard time hearing and believing it) ‘it was a demon’, but I know it’s important to say it because it’s true. I understand that it seems “crazy” because not long ago, I was in a group that dismissed such things as “crazy.” Hollywood has given us an idea as to what demonic possession and oppression are supposed to look like, and it looks made up. It looks like it’s not real and it’s just a fun story to get scared by – that it can’t happen. We, as humans, have been conditioned to think a certain way about life – from the very second we are born. This includes the spiritual realm. This includes God – and our living God, Jesus Christ. This conditioning includes demons wreaking havoc on the unknowing. It’s not about spinning heads, levitating beds and crawling on walls. It very commonly takes the form of blackout RAGE, crippling DEPRESSION, overwhelming ANXIETY, inexplicable HATRED, and consuming GREED – and I’m only stating (some)
How Jesus Kept Me From Failing When All Physical Hope of Success Was Lost I am writing to testify that THE LORD JESUS CHRIST is great! And for me, he has done an awesome thing. LORD JESUS you passed my LPC FOR ME! What my mother could not do you have done for me, what my father could not do you have done for me, what I could not do you have done for me. Plain and simple after 5 emotional and stressful years I was going to walk away without my LPC through failure. After paying over £12,000 people I was about to walk away with nothing. I took my first exam Business Law and Practice in March 2009 which failed and have struggled to succeed since then. I worked full-time, attended the library on a weekend and always felt unprepared, I had no time to study the way I needed to and was always overwhelmed. When I said it was emotional, I felt it because I had never experienced failure like this in my life: I had failed 4 modules; totalling 2 cores and 2 electives. The worst thing was I only had two more chances to pass each of these exams. The pressure from that knowledge alone was immensely high. JESUS when I think about it I
Through the Storm My testimony is how God can bring you through a storm. Well, it all started for me at the end of 2006 my husband and I were doing foster care for about 4 years oh what a joy it was we had no kids of our own. So, we thought why not share our love with children in need of love and care so early 2006 we got a call to take in a newborn baby, so we did. At that time, I always was running a home daycare everything going well just living everyday life. Well that all came to an end in the last part of 2006 I had daycare kids and one of my parents accused me of child abuse. I went to jail. I was so terrified. I had never gotten in trouble before and didn’t have any kind of police record or anything. I spent a day and a half in jail in a cold cell and as I sat in that cell I prayed to God and asked him to watch over me and just protect me. I promised God my life. I told God if he would save me, I would never lose focus on him again. I finally got out of jail and when I did, I just went
Prayer that God Will Grant Me Favour in the Eyes of the Examiner Here I am! I said I’d post about the works of Jesus/God in my life for my upcoming bar exams (to qualify as a practising lawyer) – regardless of how my paper went (to be honest I honestly don’t know how it went – I almost have a dreadful hunch that I might have failed ): Background to this (Company Law) paper: This particular examiner is infamous for ‘if you fail to mention X, you FAIL‘. He has incredibly harsh markings. It didn’t help that Company has always been the most painful topic for me and that the theories didn’t link up like all the other topics (Criminal, Land, etc.) did. My paper was due at 2 pm today. Yesterday evening I looked at the past year’s questions and the answer scheme and thought to myself, ‘Man I am so screwed for this exam’. The answers on the answer scheme felt like someone just pulled a rabbit out of a hat – I still couldn’t imagine myself coming up with those answers. I didn’t work as hard as my past papers in the last few years, probably because this was an open-book exam, and I didn’t have to memorise cases. That also meant that I was even more
The Power of a Single Night’s Prayer Mark 10:27 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God.” That pretty much sums up how I’m feeling this week – the week before my Bar Exams (to qualify as a practising lawyer). I have less than 100 hours of study to my papers – and I fell ill. My throat hurt, my nose was perpetually blocked, my body ached. I was even more tired all the time. I couldn’t focus because all I wanted to do was rest. After 3 consecutive mornings of waking up with a throat from hell and a head stuffed with illness, I went to bed last night with the realisation that I don’t have much time left. To study 5 entire legal topics from scratch – criminal, evidence, the legal system, company, and land law. Then I remembered feeling this despair every year of my undergraduate exams. I did the same as every year and cried out to God. I remember how, every year it just got more and more difficult to rely on my friends, to rely on myself (and my lack of discipline), and that last year it became clear to me that the purpose of the increasing annual difficulty in exams was to walk
