Women
Sis. Lewis's Testimony
Excerpt:
“I would wash my wound everyday, keep it clean, but the wound kept getting larger and larger. So finally one day I was in the bathroom cleaning my wound and I heard the Lord say “Wound… Hospital.” I didn’t know exactly what that was but when God… I’m a firm believer when God does something for you he does it well and he don’t make no mistakes. So if God said he’s a healer, I believe that! And this wound started out small, as I would say, it got to be bigger and then it lasted for ten months, and that’s a long time. And the enemy was coming to me and said “Well your gonna loose your leg” and this. But I believed God, I stood on his word. And God has always proven himself real to me, he has always answered my prayers”
Earlier this year, Sister Lewis gave the testimony of how God brought healing to a wound that developed on her leg. God lead her to the “Wound Center” where they doctored her wound that was not healing. Click below to hear her tell the story. (Click here to see the medical pictures mentioned in the testimony)
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Another great post about testimonies of healing is “Adventures In God” shared by Bro. Abshire. Click Here for more!
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Vivian's Testimony
When I walked down the empty corridor, the bare floor seemed to stretch on forever. Nearby, the clicks of my mother’s shoes rang sharply in my ears. When I opened the large metal door, my senses were immediately flooded by a pungent, stale stench. In front of me were rows of steel stools and bulletproof transparent windows. As I stood molded against the wall, my body shuddered, yet I hid behind a cover of indissoluble emotion. A short, stocky man with a close-shaved haircut, wearing pale blue overalls approached a window. Tears came to my eyes, but my feet remained stationed in place. My mother walked over to a steel stool and took a seat. When she picked up the receiver, I watched as an array of emotions swept across her face. After a few minutes of conversation, she motioned me over. Slowly, I lifted one leg and then the other. At the window, I stared across at a face which I had adored my whole life.
“Hello, mija,” he said casually. With those words, the torrent of tears that pressed against closed lids released a single trickle down my stricken face. Why? I asked myself. Why did our family reunion have to take place in this remote prison cell? Why was I crying? You have been through this many times; I tried convincing myself. What is the difference now? Nevertheless, my heart gave way at the sight of my father, three feet in front of me, separated by the glass partition. “Hello, daddy,” I said at last. Read More »
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Daisy's Testimony
Twenty-two years ago, I was born into a Pentecostal home. I was raised in church and at the age of three, I received the Holy Ghost. I was baptized when I was four in the name of Jesus after I explained to my pastor why I wanted to be baptized and was able to tell him the steps of salvation. I had a real love for God deep in my heart.
As I got older, life changed, as it always seems to do. My sister got married and moved to California for good when I was thirteen. That same year, I started junior high at a really rough school. I know you all think, “How could a school in Wisconsin be rough?” But, it was. It was a really small school, about 500 people including the staff, but there still were the guns, the drugs, the gangs, everything. I watched one of my friends get his head kicked in on the front steps before school one morning. Another one of my friends had two kids by the time she was 14.
During this time, my parents started having problems. They tried to be there for me, but they had their own problems to worry about, and I started shutting them out of my life. Unfortunately, instead of turning to God as my refuge during these times, I turned to guys instead. I still loved God, but guys became more important to me than what He was. Read More »
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