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L5FanLady -> Your Story (6/14/2007 9:43:54 PM)

Cloverleaffarms (Amy) had a great idea for a thread, and here it is:

Tell us here what the Lord has done for you! This thread is for personal blessings that you would love to share with everyone.[:)] So what's your story?[;)]



DOVEFAN -> RE: Your Story (6/14/2007 10:08:42 PM)

Well, The Lord has been so good to me! I have been raised in a Christian Home all my life. My dad has been a preacher since I was born. I have had the honor of not being exposed to drugs, alcohol, "the world", I have either gone to a Christian School or home schooled all my life.

Although I have been raised around it... and grown up in church... I was not saved until I was 14 years old. Sitting in a church service my dad was preaching about Salvation and how he had it because Christ gave it.... and he passed a Songbook around to illustrate how this person had it because the other one gave it.... and when it got to me, I realized that I never gotten Salvation... so that wednesday night I GOT IT! I have gone through many trials but the Lord has stood by me through everyone of them!

He has given me many friends to be able to share this life with... and I love them all dearly!



LissaJo -> RE: Your Story (6/14/2007 10:50:30 PM)

wow.. so much!
Being that we are sisters, like DOVEFAN, I was raised in church. I grew up having my Dad as Pastor until he became an evagelist when I was 9. We traveled and sang for 8 years, and then he became Pastor at the church we went to. I was 18 then, and no matter what, I never could get the issue of my Salvation "nailed down" so to speak. I always worried about it, never had any peace. You'd think being a preacher's daughter I would know what I needed to do. But instead, I tried to convince myself, my family, and friends, and God (yeah, right) that I was saved.
Finally I got to the point that not knowing was literally killing me! I had made several professions of faith as a child, but had never really been saved. I battled it day and night. I couldn't understand it, therefore was making it much harder than it really is. I was literally sick from it. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even smile (literally). I was the picture of misery.
Then one Sunday, the choir was singing (yes, I sang in the choir!) a song called "I'm Saved" and the chorus has a line in it that says "I'm Saved without a doubt..." and as soon as I sung that line, it was like I was slapped in the face, and God said, "No, you're not. I've been trying to show you, just like you asked me to, but you won't listen". Honestly, I was almost sick! I hit the altar HARD. No one dealt with me, but they didn't have to! I knew what I needed!
I told God I was sick of the uncertainty, and I was tired of running and trying to convince everyone (myself mostly) that I had something I didn't have! I asked him to forgive me of my sin and save me, and HE DID!!!!
Now, Satan knows weaknesses, and since has tried to come against me to make me doubt what really happened to me that night, but I KNOW what happened, and I can rest in peace knowing that Jesus saved my soul, and now Satan can't have it!
For anyone out there who has battled those doubts, I know where your coming from, I've been there! There's no sweeter thing than knowing that Jesus is in control of the situation, even when it don't seem like it!



DJSfromCleveland -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 8:56:47 AM)

I am also blessed that i was raised in a Christian home by a Godly father and mother. We were brought up in church, the Assembly of God church, actually. Anytime the church was open , we were there. Dad and Mom were wonderful role models for me on how to live a Christian life, and showed me how to become born again at a young age.

Dad is now in his heavenly home, and i long to see him again.

I am so blessed to still have my mom and my siblings that all live near me within 5 minutes of each other.

God still works miricles today.



AdamEdwards -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 9:23:58 AM)

Here's my story:

http://www.southerngospelcritique.com/?page_id=28



Qtman -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 9:38:56 AM)

Thats is an excellent testimony Adam. God Bless you.



GVfan -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 9:42:54 AM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: AdamEdwards

Here's my story:

http://www.southerngospelcritique.com/?page_id=28


Read it, Adam. REALLY neat!! I think there are a LOT of people out there "playing church," and we all need to remember that when we're dealing with our friends at church!



Dinana -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 9:45:54 AM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: AdamEdwards

Here's my story:

http://www.southerngospelcritique.com/?page_id=28


WOW!! Isn't it amazing how often that happens to folks raised in the church?



AdamEdwards -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 9:54:21 AM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: Dinana

quote:

ORIGINAL: AdamEdwards

Here's my story:

http://www.southerngospelcritique.com/?page_id=28


WOW!! Isn't it amazing how often that happens to folks raised in the church?

It would probably shock us all to know how many people are living their lives assuming everything is OK because they simply go to church. I know that it really scared me when I came to the realization that I had been living a lie. It's only by the grace of God that I didn't die in my sins to perish eternally.



L5FanLady -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 10:09:34 AM)

Adam, I liked it a lot!! It made me [:(] in a good way. THANK GOD YOU GOT SAVED!![:)]



AmyR -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 10:16:56 AM)

It looks my “story” is pretty similar to some of the others here. I was raised in the church all my life, and I just took for granted that I was saved. I don’t understand why, because no one would have encouraged me to do that. I think that it was because I was so afraid of being lost that I made myself believe I was saved, even when I saw things that were inconsistent with my profession. The first time I remember the Lord speaking to me was when I was about 5 or 6. I was looking at a puzzle with a picture of the cross, and I can still remember Him saying, “I died for you.” But I didn’t keep that. When I was about 13 or so, I got “under conviction” for a while, but I didn’t persevere until my heart was really satisfied.

Finally, when I was 16, my uncle came out and held a revival. I was searching my heart before he ever got here, and questioning whether I was really saved – so I decided to seek God until I knew for sure.

Because of my experience when I was 13, I wanted to be really sure about “getting the witness of the Spirit,” and I think I was almost looking for an audible voice. I'm not sure what. So when I was praying, even at home alone, the Lord would come and take away all my condemnation and conviction – but it wasn’t dramatic enough for me, and I would keep on seeking! I had turned 17 before He came and helped me pray one morning, and my heart was full of joy and peace and thankfulness … and finally I said, “If this isn’t the witness, I don’t know what more there can be” – and right there, my faith took hold of God and I was satisfied! So sometimes I’m afraid my experience is a little weird, but it sure worked!

Here’s one of the things He did for me that I sure appreciate: Before I started seeking, I didn’t have a good relationship with my brother at all. Other folks just laughed and called it “sibling rivalry,” I suppose, but I firmly believed that my brother was a little brat (only a couple of years younger than me), and there were just serious personality conflicts between us. Well, when I got under conviction, the Lord took me to task over the way I was treating him, and you know what I found out? I have the best brother in the world!! [:)][:D] He is now my best friend, and I just love to spend a few hours riding in the truck with him somewhere and discussing what’s going on in our lives.

Anyway, I sure appreciate everything He’s done in my life. I liked reading the other testimonies here, too. I have been picking up on bits and pieces of what seem like amazing stories, so if you feel comfortable sharing, please go ahead and tell us!



norwester -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 1:29:03 PM)

Like a lot of you I too was raised in a Christian home . My father was a travelling evangelist. I always remember knowing that I was a sinner and needed to be saved. But I wanted to "experience life" and started experimenting with drugs and booze as a teenager. When I had finished post secondary education at 21 years old I left the tiny town we lived in and travelled from the east coast to a major city on the west coast where I thought I could get away from God and make a decent living selling drugs. I moved in with a family member until I could find my own place. While there I attended an evangelistic series with him so a not to make any waves. But I am so thankful that God had other plans, and I remember hearing God speak to me one night, saying that this would be the very last opportunity I would ever have to accept him and it scared me to death. At that moment I wanted to be saved and "tried to believe" All my life I had grown up hearing the gospel message and I was scared that maybe I would believe the wrong way and go through life thinking I was saved and find out when it was too late that I wasn't. I attended every night for 6 weeks and struggled with believing "the right way." Every night I would go back to my bed room and Kneel beside my bed with my bible that my mother packed in my suitcase before I left home. And would read all those verses I had grown up hearing. But it seemed hopeless. I really thought I had rejected God one too many times. The final night of the series came and I don't remember what the sermon was but when it was over I was terrified. Finaly I swallowed my pride and walked back inside the church to talk to the preacher, he began reading all those verses that I had memorized as a child. And nothing seemed to help finally he started reading 2 Cor 5:21 then he asked me to read it again As I began to read I heard a voice speak clearly to me saying " Tom I love you, I love you so much I died for you, I died to make you righteous" And I my struggle was over, I said that's it and I believed on the Lord Jesus Christ and I was saved! One of the biggest thrill I've ever had was to call my parents and tell them I had gotten saved.
It reminds me of the Kingsmen's song " Hello Momma"
That was almost 27 years ago and I still get a thrill every time I tell it!



LissaJo -> RE: Your Story (6/15/2007 1:57:26 PM)

that's awesome... I love this!!!



hopperlover -> RE: Your Story (6/16/2007 11:34:23 PM)

This is an awesome thread!! My story begins by me saying that I falsely professed Christ as my Savior so many times I don't even remember how many! When I was 10 years old, I was a part of the Mailbox Club. The Mailbox Club was a paper that had a story, questions, a picture to color, and a memory verse. After you finished one you turned it in, your quiz was graded, and you got another one. Anyway, I was reading my brothers to him (he was about 6 at the time) and in the story the little boy got saved. At the end of the stroy it had a prayer that you could say if you wanted to be saved. I got to wondering if I really ws saved or not so I decided I would say the prayer and, to be honest with you, I still didn't know if I was saved or not. As I grew older, I began to see more of a change in my life and that is how I know that I am saved. I heard someone say "If there is no change in your life, there is no Christ in your life!" How true!
A few months after I was saved Satan attacked! I had this dream that I was before God and I wasn't saved so the angels threw me into Hell. That day wasn't the same. The next night before I went to bed I was crying and my brother saw me. I told him and then my mom saw me and I told her. I don't know how long it was but it seemed like forever that I was depressed. I would be playing a game with my brother and then all of a sudden burst into tears. I remember my mom saying something about how I never smiled anymore. The Devil had a hold on me that I just couldn't seem to shake! I had many talks with my mom about dieing and salvation. I don't know what happened but things changed and I began to be happy again! Thank the Lord!!



L5MAN -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 10:17:30 AM)

"Hankie Alert!"

My wife was a divorced, single mom when we met. Her ex-hubby had left her for another woman. They both decided that in the best interest of Levi (their son) that they should not quarrel over him and be kind to each other. As a part of their agreement, Ray promised her that he would not let Levi call another woman "Mommy" and my wife agreed that she would not let Levi call another man "Daddy". (an agreement that I strongly support!) Ray is a good daddy to Levi.

As Levi and I bonded, he wanted to call me a "daddy-like" name. So he came up with "Pop". [:)] He was 3 years old at the time. During the wedding, we had a family dedication time at which Levi came to the alter with us. I promised him that I would love him as my own child and be a father to him. Levi is glad that he has "two daddies".

On July 12, 2006 my wife and I had a child of our own, Beth.[sm=heart.gif] We felt that it was important that Beth call me "Pop" instead of "Daddy" so Levi would not feel like he was different and not part of the family. But I must confess to you that this was a source of pain for me. I think that it is built in every man the desire to be called "Daddy", but this was a sacrifice I was willing to make for Levi's sake.

The most amazing thing happened in May of this year!
I took the family to Dallas for a weekend trip. We had a blast! We did Six Flags Over Texas and the Fort Worth Zoo. Levi, now 6 1/2, could ride a lot of the "big-boy" rides. On the way back home we stopped at a Burger King drive-through to get a bite to eat. I parked in the parking lot so we could eat and so my wife could nurse Beth in private.
I am in the driver’s seat, Levi is beside me in the front-passengers seat, and Beth is sitting in my wife’s lap in the back seat directly behind Levi. After Beth is done "eating", she stands up on her mommies lap and starts tapping Levi on the back of his head and saying "Da Da Da Da", which was just a random sound she makes. My wife says, "Levi, Beth is trying to get your attention."

Levi responds by saying, "No Mommy, I think she is talking to Pop."
My wife, "Why do you say that?"
Levi, "She's saying 'Da, Da, Da, Da'. After all, he IS her Daddy and I think she should call him 'Daddy'."
My wife and I look at each other with amazement!
I tried to explain to Levi, "We want Beth to call me 'Pop' so you don't feel like I don't love you as much."
And if I'm lyin', I'm dyin' these were Levi's exact words, "Well Pop, here's the deal. I have a daddy and you are her daddy, so I think she should call you 'Daddy'. Besides, I think of you as my real daddy anyway."
Tears start shooting from my eyes. I said, "Levi, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!"
Levi, "Thank you Pop. But I want Beth to call you 'Daddy'."

So God used a 6 year old boy to bring me such joy and to relieve a source of pain for me.
And by the way, Beth now calls me "Daddy".[:D]



Smokymtnsanta -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 12:04:37 PM)

That was a great post L5MAN. Thanks for sharing it with us. I am sure last Sunday was a great day for you. God Bless!



L5MAN -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 12:12:47 PM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: Smokymtnsanta

That was a great post L5MAN. Thanks for sharing it with us. I am sure last Sunday was a great day for you. God Bless!


God bless you, too!



GVfan -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 1:47:24 PM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: L5MAN

My wife was a divorced, single mom when we met. Her ex-hubby had left her for another woman. They both decided that in the best interest of Levi (their son) that they should not quarrel over him and be kind to each other. As a part of their agreement, Ray promised her that he would not let Levi call another woman "Mommy" and my wife agreed that she would not let Levi call another man "Daddy". (an agreement that I strongly support!) Ray is a good daddy to Levi.

As Levi and I bonded, he wanted to call me a "daddy-like" name. So he came up with "Pop". [:)] He was 3 years old at the time. During the wedding, we had a family dedication time at which Levi came to the alter with us. I promised him that I would love him as my own child and be a father to him. Levi is glad that he has "two daddies".

On July 12, 2006 my wife and I had a child of our own, Beth.[sm=heart.gif] We felt that it was important that Beth call me "Pop" instead of "Daddy" so Levi would not feel like he was different and not part of the family. But I must confess to you that this was a source of pain for me. I think that it is built in every man the desire to be called "Daddy", but this was a sacrifice I was willing to make for Levi's sake.

The most amazing thing happened in May of this year!
I took the family to Dallas for a weekend trip. We had a blast! We did Six Flags Over Texas and the Fort Worth Zoo. Levi, now 6 1/2, could ride a lot of the "big-boy" rides. On the way back home we stopped at a Burger King drive-through to get a bite to eat. I parked in the parking lot so we could eat and so my wife could nurse Beth in private.
I am in the driver’s seat, Levi is beside me in the front-passengers seat, and Beth is sitting in my wife’s lap in the back seat directly behind Levi. After Beth is done "eating", she stands up on her mommies lap and starts tapping Levi on the back of his head and saying "Da Da Da Da", which was just a random sound she makes. My wife says, "Levi, Beth is trying to get your attention."

Levi responds by saying, "No Mommy, I think she is talking to Pop."
My wife, "Why do you say that?"
Levi, "She's saying 'Da, Da, Da, Da'. After all, he IS her Daddy and I think she should call him 'Daddy'."
My wife and I look at each other with amazement!
I tried to explain to Levi, "We want Beth to call me 'Pop' so you don't feel like I don't love you as much."
And if I'm lyin', I'm dyin' these were Levi's exact words, "Well Pop, here's the deal. I have a daddy and you are her daddy, so I think she should call you 'Daddy'. Besides, I think of you as my real daddy anyway."
Tears start shooting from my eyes. I said, "Levi, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!"
Levi, "Thank you Pop. But I want Beth to call you 'Daddy'."

So God used a 6 year old boy to bring me such joy and to relieve a source of pain for me.
And by the way, Beth now calls me "Daddy".[:D]


Wonderful story, L5MAN, but you SHOULD HAVE given us a "hankie alert!" [X(]



L5MAN -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 2:37:13 PM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: GVfan

Wonderful story, L5MAN, but you SHOULD HAVE given us a "hankie alert!" [X(]



Sorry! [:)]



Qtman -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 2:41:00 PM)

L5man I read your post. I have to agree with GVfan. You should have given us some type warning. Great post. Can I assume the photo of the two little ones are the one of which you speak. Little angels.



L5MAN -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 2:45:26 PM)

Yes, those are my kids. And thank you, they are Angels. [:D]



L5MAN -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 2:48:05 PM)

I added a "hankie alert!" [;)]



Smokymtnsanta -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 2:48:19 PM)

Congratulations qtman on 1500 posts. Gotta go to work now. See ya!



Smokymtnsanta -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 2:49:37 PM)

A little late for some of us but we got thru it somehow. Thanks. Cute kids! Tell them Santa said to be good.



GVfan -> RE: Your Story (6/20/2007 3:21:57 PM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: L5MAN

I added a "hankie alert!" [;)]

[:D][:D][:D]



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