Testimony

I have I guess maybe a differnt type of testimony. You see, I wasn't raised in a Christian home. I became a Christian when I was 13 years old through a friend of mine that I played with a lot. She invited me to church a couple of times, and so, I went, and on March 22, 1992 in a Sunday School Service, I became a born again Christian. My brother also became a Christian the same day.

The Lord had been working in my whole family before this, and after. Bringing people into our paths, putting oppourtunities into our lives, and soon, by June of 1992, my whole family were born again Christians. People say that that in itself is an amazing story. To have a whole family converted in a matter of four months. And it was, only God can do stuff like that. As well, that November, my whole family was water baptized as well.

Unfortunately, my story doens't end there...after high school, I went on to one year of Bible College. After that, I moved to Winnipeg to take one year at University. I don't know if it was the new place that I was in, living on my own, or just plain peer pressure, and not having the Will Power to overcome it, but I fell into the whole "partying" scene. Drinking, Smoking, going to the Bar. My friends went, and so, I went. I fell away from God, and things started to go downhill fast. I drifted further and further away from God. My friends and family continually prayed for me to return to the arms of Jesus.

In January of 2001, the absolute worst thing happened, but it brought me back to God. My dad crushed both of his hands. My dad is a mechanic, and he needs his hands everyday to preform his work. The whole time my dad was in the hospital (three days btw, waiting to get looked at by a surgen) the doctors kept saying one thing 'The chances of your dad regaining full movement, and full use of his hands again is slim.' I knew that that was not an acceptable response, and I also knew that if the doctors didn't think that he would heal, the only way for him to be healed, was by God. I went to church that Sunday with a friend of mine whom had invited me to church numerous times before. (Ironically enough, it was the same friend who led me to the Lord in the first place.) I told her what had happened to my dad, and that I would be at church on sunday. I got everyone in the church to pray for my dad...for God's healing to be on him. I was in no position to be asking God for favors...to be praying to Him for requests, but I did it anyway.

When I entered the church...and started praying for my dad, I felt such love, such warmeness, such welcomeness. (if that is even a word) I knew that God could Heal my dad. I also knew, that this is where I needed to be...I needed to go back to church, to feel His love again. I realized how much HE still loved me...even after all I had done, and I longed to feel His love again.

Not only did my prayers for my dads healing get answered and he healed my dad better, and quicker than any of the doctors thought possible, but He also brought me back into the church, and back into His arms. It says in Job 5:18, 19 "For though He wounds, He also bandages. He strikes, but His hands also heal. He will rescue you again, and again so that no evil can touch you." You see, He let something bad happen, because He knew what good would come of it. He is in Control.

My Testimony

I just added this picture. You can see here the brace that my dad's right hand is in. This is the hand that he crushed the most breaking three fingers in one to seven places.