My Life Testimony
When I meet people who don’t believe in Jesus, I’m just baffled. Honestly! There have been way too many things happen in my life that have no good explanation. It just had to be God! Today I want to share with you some of the awesome things that I believe God has done for me. I hope it’s an encouragement for those of you who are currently in a dark place.
Life is full of hills and valleys, but because of Him, I can keep moving forward no matter what life brings.
I’m going to take you all the way back to when God formed me in my mother’s womb.
Psalm 139:13, “For You formed my inner parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb.”
Before my mom knew that she was pregnant, she was bleeding. She bled for 6 weeks before she finally decided to go to the doctor.
She was very surprised when the doctor told her that she was expecting a baby.
He cauterized a tear in her uterus and put her on bed rest. Mom actually had to take my brother out of kindergarten because she was unable to walk him up the hill to catch the bus. I feel like this was Satan’s first of many attempts on my life.
Mom was able to carry me to term and the birth went well. God had amazing plans for my life.
Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
I have some amazing memories as a child, but I also have horrifying experiences that I would like to forget.
When my dad was sober, he was a terrific dad. He took me fishing and camping. We would go to flea markets where he’d buy me almost anything I wanted. Car shows were a place we often went together. He’d always take pictures of me in front of all the red convertibles (my favorite). On our farm, he showed me how to bottle feed our baby calves, and pick apples from the tree. He put a concrete block on our riding mower so I’d be heavy enough to drive it by myself. I drove that thing all over the place for hours on end!
But, when dad would drink, my life was an entirely different story.
So many nights of yelling and fighting. His angry, beat red face, with his veins popping out of his forehead, is forever etched in my mind. I remember screaming at him to please not hurt my mommy. The nights that Dad was arrested for domestic violence were the worst. It’s so scary and incredibly sad for a child to watch their daddy being taken away by the police. I remember watching the car drive off. I saw him looking back towards the house, as the car drove away. He had a look of both anger and sadness in his eyes. I’ll never forget it.
Much of my childhood was spent under the control of an abusive alcoholic father. Although, looking back, I can see that God always shielded me from his wrath.
Psalm 91:4, “He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge.”
When I was in the 5th grade, my mom had finally had enough of the abuse. We left our farm house and moved in with my mamaw. It took around a year of us living away, and my mom filing for a divorce, for my dad to finally stop drinking. Life didn’t just suddenly become easy though. I’m sure it was really rough on my dad too, but I’m proud of him for finally putting alcohol behind him. I was so happy when my parents go back together. For a little while, life seemed so much better.
Then, when I was 12 years old, I began having chest pains. It took many ER visits and doctor appointments before a tumor was discovered in my breastbone.
Although doctors thought it was benign, they wanted to have it removed to make sure.
My parents were deeply concerned about the approaching surgery, and it just happened to be close to my 13th birthday. They wanted to make sure to make it memorable for me, so they threw me and my favorite cousin a giant, combined birthday party! It was a hot summer day in the early 90’s. So many people were there to celebrate. I had so much fun opening gifts, eating my Bart Simpson cake, and playing with all of my cousins and friends.
That day was one of the best days of my life, until around 10:00 at night, after everyone had gone home. When I sat back in our ugly, orange-plaid, rocking chair, I instantly felt the stinging pain in the middle of my spine.
I jumped off of the chair and looked back to see the wasp that had just stung me.
I had been stung many times before, but this time was different. My eyes began to burn really bad. When Mom looked at me, I could see the panic in her eyes. She said, “Oh my God!” as she grabbed my arms, moving them up and down to inspect them. She lifted up my shirt to check my stomach, and then told me that my entire body was covered in hives, and my eyes were almost swollen shut. While my mom was on the phone with 911, I started going into shock. My legs were shaking so violently that my knees were banging together. The operators had my mom wrap a cold, wet towel around my throat to help keep my airways open, and they stayed on the phone with her until the ambulance arrived.
When the paramedics arrived, they moved quick!
They jabbed me in the leg with an Epi-pen, and tried inserting a tube down my throat, but they couldn’t get it in. I was rushed to the ambulance, and we were on our way to the ER. While we were there, one of the doctors told my dad that this could be fatal. But again, I pulled through and made a full recovery!
A few months had gone by and surgery for the tumor was scheduled.
I was ready, although I knew it would be a major procedure. The surgeon would have to cut my breast bone open, which is right in front of my heart. One early morning as we were walking out the door to head to the hospital, the doctor called my parents. He said that he couldn’t go through with the surgery because he’s never operated on someone my age before. I believe that’s when God came to my rescue.
After seeing more specialists, doctors told my parents that this pea-sized tumor shouldn’t be causing that much pain. It was as if there was an underlying issue that no one could figure out. Miraculously, when I started puberty, I stopped having chest pain. However, a whole new set of issues had begun.
I was still only 13 years old when I had my first of many surgeries on my ovaries.
Over the next few years, I had multiple surgeries for ovarian cysts. When I was just 16 years old, I went in for another surgery, expecting it to be just like all the others. By this point, I felt like a pro. When I woke up, the doctor started rambling on about “endometriosis”. He assumed that my parents had already told me, but they didn’t. Tears rolled down my face as he continued explaining how bad it was and that they usually don’t see it like that in someone my age.
I had been put to sleep expecting the usual small incisions, but woke to having a cut from one side of my stomach to the other. Unfortunately, they had cut me open in vain. Since the endometriosis had recently formed, it was like plucking baby hairs from my insides, so there wasn’t much they could do. They sewed me up, only to have me come back several months later to endure the same, excruciating, heart-breaking surgery. Over the next several years, both ovaries were reconstructed (because the cysts had grown into them), my gall bladder was removed, and my appendix was taken out because it had almost burst.
Enduring all those surgeries caused both physical and emotional pain. I had been told by doctors that I may never be able to have children. That news devastated me, because that was one of my main goals in life; to become a mom.
Imagine my surprise when I found out I was expecting my first child at just 19 years old!
Even though He blessed me greatly with an awesome son, the trials would continue. My son’s father was abusive and cheated on me when I was pregnant. I’ll never forget him shoving me down when I was about 7 months pregnant. I fell backwards and landed on my butt. I was so worried about my baby. I should’ve left him right then, but I thought I needed to stay with him for the baby’s sake. I continued with that mentality and put up with more lies and abuse until my son was a year old. God finally gave me the clarity and boldness that I needed to stand up for myself and make my son’s dad leave.
1 Corinthians 10:13, “No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear it.”
After 6 years of being a single mother, God brought me to my amazing husband and blessed us with 3 more sons! Those births were all so terrifying, yet just more to add to my testimony. You can read about those here, Three Miracles, and here, G4’s Birth Story.
Here are some other ways I’ve seen the hand of God in my life:
- My mother was rear ended by a drunk driver who was going over 100 mph. Her car rolled several times, then flipped from end to end, yet she walked away from that accident. She was supposed to have my little nephew with her, but “something” made her tell him to ride with his parents instead.
- My mom has also survived breast cancer and a brain tumor.
- I have been spared from many near car accidents in my life.
- I have been able to overcome anxiety and depression.
- After my 2nd son was born, I actually thought out ways to take my own life. I didn’t realize I was dealing with postpartum depression.
- I haven’t been stung a single times since my 13th birthday.
- My dad gave his life to Christ in his mid 60’s. You’re never too old!
- My first home sold one day after we faxed a cancellation notice to our realtor, because we had given up! He never received that notice!
- We have been blessed beyond measure financially. We have gone from living paycheck to paycheck and barely having money for food, to being able to enjoy life a whole lot more, and not have to worry about what we can eat.
- God has delivered me from a paralyzing fear of storms.
- God has gifted me with the ability to interpret dreams and to prophecy. My mind has been completely blown over the ways He is using me to be His vessel.
Are you wondering what happened to the tumor in my breastbone?
Growing up, my grandma Peggy was the one who always took me to church. I believe that I was still 13 years old, when she took me to church one night for a special preacher who was in town. I can’t remember who the man was, but he called me out of the crowd and said that there was something going on in my chest and God was going to heal me from it right then and there! When that pastor laid his hands on me, the tears began flowing down mine and my grandmother’s faces. I knew in my heart that God had healed me! Yet for years, my brain needed “proof”. So, in my early twenties, I had multiple tests for the doctors to look for it, and it was nowhere to be found!
As for the endometriosis: One day, in my thirties, I went to church and a prophet prophesied over me. Upon finishing the prophecy, he said that as a sign to me that what he said was true, there was something going on in my stomach, that God has completely healed, and I would know it from the time I stand back up. I had sat down in my chair with pain in my side from the endometriosis, but when I stood up, I knew without a doubt that I was healed.
Even though I received healing, I continued using my medication for many, many years. It was just this past winter when I finally obeyed God’s voice to stop taking it. I cannot tell you all the benefits that have happened because of my obedience. It’s been almost a year now since I stopped all medication, and I can say without a doubt that I am certainly healed. I have no pain whatsoever!
As I wrap this up, I want you to know that a huge piece of my testimony is in the power of forgiveness.
I forgave my dad many years ago for the way things were with my childhood. Alcohol and addiction change people; people with so much potential. I’m forever grateful that my dad’s story didn’t end with abuse. He and I are closer than ever and I’m so proud to call him my dad! I have also forgiven all of the other abusers that I’ve encountered in my life. There were bullies in high school, boyfriends who treated me in unspeakable ways, and people I thought were my friends who ditched me when my life became inconvenient for them. I have completely forgiven every single one of them, and God has even restored many of those relationships!
I hope my story brings encouragement to you. We all have a story to share. I know many whose lives have been a million times worse than mine. But through Him, we can find the strength to keep pushing forward. Cling to His promises. Obey His commands. And you will began to see sunshine more than the rain.
Let me know if I can pray for you!
Be blessed my friends!