Testimonies

Christian Testimonies: The Stories of Our Lives

Christian testimonies are the stories told by believers about what God has done and is doing in their lives.

Dave Parrish Testimony: Joyful Surrender Unto The Lord Our Maker

What a joyful surrender unto the Lord, our Maker. Dave is a precious brother in the Lord and continues to be a blessing wherever he goes.

I have been a “people” who have not known “God’s ways” and have had a hardened heart to the call of God for many years. And I will call it my desert living season. Yes, He provided for me in that season by His Grace. And He still loved me with His everlasting love upon me in Jesus Christ. I stayed accepted in the beloved Son of God. But Christ was not my life for that season. And the chastening I suffered as a New Covenant, called out one, was to eat the corruption of the sin of unbelief that was my heart’s desires.

The corruption was tremendous, picking my own jobs, my own marriage partner, reading the Word of God to study God afar. I just was in the season of rebellion unto God. And I had no presence of His Blessing over my life. I abhorred in my heart to be His sheep. To be in His Pasture, I strayed to eat of other pastures that had food of corruption. And the corruption took its toll. And I had no rest in God. All my footing was on slippery ground. I reaped the corruption of sowing to the flesh.

Even when I first came back to the church, I was in repentance to my straying, but to come back to be His sheep, I resisted and sought to be part of the other popular religious systems that are about. But I had tasted the Living water again. God knew how to draw me back here. Then He just put a heavy call on me to come back. I could feel the arrows of Satan coming against me the first time I came back to church.

Praise God that I did not harden my heart to His call! I have been so blessed in the services, in the Word, in the sermons, and the fellowship, the outpouring of the Holy Spirit on Sunday and at the Wednesday night fellowship meetings and all the rest of the fellowship I am experiencing here! Last Sunday, as the pastor preached on Psalm 95 and Jehovah Hoosenu, the LORD our Maker, I just was so blessed. I heard the LORD speak to me about how He blesses. His call is for us, for me to give Him the full Glory due Him FIRST and then He will bless. This sounds so obvious, but do we not all resist it so for a season? Our flesh doesn’t want to give Him all the glory. Even though He mainly calls out the “not many mighty”, but the base and the weak things of the world (1 Cor. 1: 26-31), “that no flesh would glory in His presence.” I resisted this call to bow down to Him for years.

Well, this Sunday, I was hearing Him. Bow down to me Dave, lift me up by you kneeling and giving me the Glory due me and I will bless you! And I did it. I have nothing to boast of; it is hard to kneel unto Him. Satan opposes you, your flesh rages against this deep a surrender. You feel strange kneeling unto the Lord in a day where it happens only in Roman Catholic churches. Oh the blessing of this deeper surrender and the blessing the rest of this week that has carried on each day! Now in the morning and in the evening I bow down and kneel to God in prayer! And my heart is more surrendered to Him than ever before in my walk with God!

I have His Rest now--His Rest. I have surrendered my works of trying to please God by what I can do. I am letting the Good Shepard take me to the places of blessing now with His gentle yoke upon me, as I have bowed down, and kneeled down to Jehovah Hoosenu, to my Lord Jesus. I could go on and on about the awesome time in the Word and the Spirit. It is just amazing how much grace and peace and joy that a heart can have that is “given over” to God away from self and the world!

When we truly let God be GOD! Let Him be lifted up High and as our Great King above all gods and let Him be our Creator, Sustainer and Redeemer-God over all our lives in worshiping Him, bowing down before Him. Kneeling before Him, we just will spill out with these songs from our heart of hearts:

Psa 95:1 O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
 
Psa 95:2 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.

He has promised us that as His People, who do not err, but follow/obey His ways of surrendering ourselves to give Him the Glory due Him, that HE WILL BLESS US in the songs and hymns and melodies in our hearts and joy and peace and righteousness in the Holy Spirit and with all the necessary material things that He knows we need to live in this world for the season of life here. He is truly an awesome God!!

Testimonio de Jean

What a wonderful manifestation of God’s love and power in our lives is illustrated in the following testimony of Jean, who we have known for a number of years:

I can’t tell you why events in my life happened as they have. However perhaps this will encourage someone in the faith.

I was born again when I was a sophomore in high school. At that time in the early 70’s, God visited my high school, incredibly transforming hundreds of students. There were weekly ‘Young Life’ meetings where 200 or more students crammed into a barn in the evening just to hear about Jesus. Since the day I met Jesus, I’ve known there is no other truth, and no other way to have sins forgiven.

In my early 20’s I enlisted in the Marines. Mostly I just wanted to get out of the small town in upstate New York. By this time I was frustrated by my inability to live the Christian life. Although I knew the truth, understood the truth, and experienced God’s grace, I failed miserably in obeying Christ.

I’m not blaming the Marines for any of my problem; however, after a couple of years of being subjected continually to profanity in the Marine Corps, I realized in my mind I was continually tormented by these evil words and thoughts.

I married a Marine in 1979, and my husband and I were stationed at Camp Pendleton, California. Later, we moved to North Carolina, and then back to California. Although I attended Church almost every Sunday, I was not able to free myself ever of the torment of the profanity continually in my mind.

A few weeks ago, January 2007, at church at the Lighthouse Christian Fellowship, there was a prophecy. I remember only a few words, “I (the Lord) will free you from the bondage of your mind.” At the time, I said ‘Praise God’, however, did not really think about anything in particular.

Then, later, when I walked out of church, I realized all the tormenting thoughts and words that had been a part of my life for more than 25 years were completely gone. Weeks later, I am still amazed by God’s incredible mercy and kindness. When I wake up in the morning, I am thinking praises to the Lord, and then until I go to sleep, I am thinking what a great and awesome, kind and merciful Lord. Amazing!

Minka's Secret: At 94 My Secret Has Become a Blessing

As a preface to this testimony, we knew Minka for several years. She was active to close to the end of her life. Minka reminds us of Dorcas in the Book of Acts, who was known for her good deeds. She was remarkable for her age in managing a fourplex, working in the yard, digging holes for plants, flying several times a year to conferences and to see her additional family, washing her neighbor’s car, fixing luncheons for 15 to 20 women in her home, baby sitting her elementary and junior-high-age great-grandchildren, cooking holiday dinners, making candy, baking cookies (also giving us a plateful), helping with wrapping and boxing cookies and candy for troops overseas, teaching elementary children the Bible after school, besides hosting many prayer meetings in her home, interceding for others at the John G. Lake Healing Rooms, saving women from aborting their babies, and spending much time in private prayer. We thank God for all the prayers that went up to the Lord on our behalf. Minka's grandaughter, Cathy LaGrow, wrote a book about Minka's life called "The Waiting," published by Tyndale in 2014. Minka was able to read the original manuscript, but not the published book, as she passed away on June 16, 2014, at the age of 102.

The following is an astounding testimony by Minka and shows the loving hand of God who is such a kind and personal Lord and the blessings that come upon those who walk humbly before Him:

At 94 my secret has become a blessing
by Minka deJong

God works in mysterious ways His wonders to perform. Who can fathom the depth of His wisdom or His love as He works all things out according to His purposes and our good.

I have been given the opportunity to scan my life of 94 years because of something that happened recently. Can we know the destiny of lives, families, cities and nations? Twhe Bible states that the prayers of a righteous man avails much and to seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness and all other things shall be added unto you.

I pondered those words in my heart and mind as my life took a dramatic turn in July, 2006.

I was born of pure Dutch ancestors who were born and raised in Holland, then immigrated to America with one son and my mother being pregnant with me. My father worked on a dairy farm; and when I was 1-1/2 years old, my sister was born. She was nine days old when my father drowned in a lake. 

With three babies, my mother, who had not as yet mastered the English language, but did speak German as well as her native Dutch, went to work for an elderly German farmer. As children we knew what it was to work before and after school, from sun-up to sun-down. We hauled water, wood, and coal because those were the days of no running water, electricity, or gas in homes. We picked potatoes, shocked wheat, and corn, or whatever was planted that year.

In addition, we walked 1-1/2 to 1/3/4 miles one way to school or to pick up mail in the opposite direction. There were no friends to play with outside of school. There was no time.

When I was 14-1/2, the man my mother worked for retired and she married another Dutchman. Together, they started a dairy farm. Not only did he gain a wife, but three well-trained farmhands as well, who were good at milking cows. My brother lasted till he was 17, then joined the Navy.

When we graduated from the 8th grade at our country schoolhouse, we were told High School was for city kids who had nothing else to do. It was out of the question for us--there was too much work to do.

At 16-years of age, my mother sent me to a sewing class a woman was teaching at her home. I do not recollect the reason, but one day the sewing class had a picnic by the lake. While there, another girl and I went for a walk to a skating rink. Later, going back to the group, walking amongst the trees, we were raped by two men. We had never seen them, didn't know them, nor ever saw them again.

I was traumatized, bewildered, and scared and could never mention this to my mother as we never ever talked about such things. I had never, even seen a pregnant woman. Long dresses and aprons covered pregnancy. Women continued to work hard in those days, days without any of our modern “push-button” appliances.

I do not remember all the details that revealed my pregnancy. My mother went to our German Lutheran pastor and together they determined the course I was to take: Check into a Lutheran Home and Adoption Agency for girls. I had never been away from home or from my mother and I was at the mercy of their decision.

I grew up overnight. Where was I going? What did life hold for me?

Fortunately, this Home was filled with love, prayers, and kindness--the kind you could see, touch and feel. The lady in charge talked with me, explained things, reasoned with me, gave me a choice, yet lovingly explained the advantages of adoption and life for myself as a young woman. I made a painful decision.

When my baby daughter was one month old, I named her. Then she was given to a Norwegian Lutheran Pastor/Evangelist and his wife for adoption.

I went on with my life, keeping in touch with the Agency for my daughter's growth and welfare. They acknowledged every letter, some with news, if they heard, some without. But she never left my heart or life, and every year on her birthday I wondered where and how she was.

On May 22, 2006, I woke up and asked the Lord if He could possibly just let me see her. If I could, I made a solemn promise I would never, ever bother her or her family. Then I dismissed the thought and went about the affairs of the day.

The following July 2nd, my phone rang and a message was left on my recorder. A women's voice was trying to locate me. She said mine was the last number she was given to call. A while later the phone rang again and a man's voice asked me if I was Minka. I said, "Speaking."

It was my daughter's son! He had spent six months trying to get records released through the courts to find his mother's biological mother. He was calling a list of people he had gathered with identical names to mine, and mine was the last number.

After a few questions on both sides, he put his mother--my very own daughter--on the phone. It was a nostalgic moment to hear her voice, even though she was now a grown, 77-year-old woman. Her adopted parents had given her a new name. They were a couple, I learned, who had two sons and desperately wanted a little girl. Her father was a godly, praying man known as Peder the Rock, the man of prayer.

My daughter told me she has six children, four boys and two girls. One son is a Colonel and an Astronaut, who manned four flights into space. He's married and has three children. His wife is a fitness instructor.

A second son is a Lieutenant Colonel, a graduate from West Point, married to a teacher. He has two children. The son, following in his father's footsteps, is a 3rd-year cadet. A daughter is in college, studying to become a teacher, like her mother.

A third son is a basketball and football coach at a school in Wisconsin. He's also married to a teacher. They have two boys.

A fourth son lives in Texas and works for Boeing and NASA. He's a subcontractor for Boeing. They are in charge of building the International Space Station. He, himself, is in charge of one of those pieces of hardware that is going to be installed on the station sometime in 2007. It provides structure for the station as well as power production to keep the astronauts alive. His wife is assistant principal as well as a teacher in her school.

She also teaches a class at the local university as an adjunct professor. 

The two daughters of my daughter are also teachers. The oldest did not pursue teaching, but married a man who had three little children to raise. The youngest daughter does teach. She's married, has no children, and lives in Illinois. She continues to spend summer vacation pursuing college courses to enlighten her students to a fast-changing world with new challenges.

After our conversation I realized the power of prayer and that I, too, had been the recipient of my daughter's adopted father's prayers for all those years.

When I grew up and left the farm, I married and had two children, a son and a daughter. After a long battle with illness, my husband finally succumbed to cancer. Through all this I found comfort in the Lord. My life was a challenge and hampered by lack of education. In spite of this I was put in various managerial positions, no matter what I undertook. I worked for over eighteen years for a school district and retired at age 66. After a few years, I got a little granddaughter to raise and educate so went back to work at a local K-Mart as a cashier for thirteen additional years. At age 87, I finally retired again. As I look back, I see His guidance and direction, leading me to a higher spiritual realm, a higher spiritual maturity for “such a time as this.”

Then, recently, my precious grandson who tracked me down and called me--the Lieutenant Colonel--and his lovely wife brought my beautiful daughter to see me. What a precious time we had. I felt she just came home for a visit, for she had never left my heart. My other daughter and her son came from Oregon to help unite the family. Our family was complete, with the exception of my son who had passed away in 2000. But his daughter came instead.

Later, my other daughter said, "Mom, I was praying, too. I wanted to meet my sister." When she was growing up, she was the only one I had revealed to what had happened to me so long ago.

Does the Lord watch over us? Does the Lord answer prayer? Indeed, He does. I have been blessed with a wonderful family, friends, and life in general. I have a feeling there are still more chapters to be added to this story. May God richly bless everyone who thinks there is no hope for them. God always makes a way when you think there is no way.

I speak especially to those who seek an abortion. May you seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness and all other things shall be added to you.

Imagine what would have happened if this rape had occurred to me today? I probably would have been advised to have an abortion. My daughter would not have been born and the world would never have known the wonderful and productive family that resulted from her birth--a family the world can be proud of.

I am blessed beyond measure. To God be the glory and to all others who had a part of my growing up in Him, held in His hand--grafted into His plan.

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Mandy Cox: Stand Firmly at My Own Gate

For a few weeks now. I was wanting to just go—go out somewhere near the water far away from everything and just be still and enjoy and talk with God.

It can be difficult to find time to go be alone when you're a mom with children and a husband. The time came where I felt like I couldn't climb out of the funk I was in. I had been feeling rejected by everyone I encountered. I knew Satan had a play in this.

I went to church Sunday morning and felt so beat up by the pictures—like a film running in my head of everyone in my life I could think of and the rejection I felt from each of them. The tears kept coming as the Pastor spoke on the Cornerstone that was rejected. My husband, friends, kids, family, my in-laws--the list goes on of rejection I felt.

I went to the altar and prayed and cried. I still could not get peace or hear from the Lord completely, and I knew He had answers for me. The day went on. I napped, my husband Derek and l made dinner for a birthday, I went to Bible study. The feelings of rejection and loneliness would not let up. I'm trying to pray the entire time, even when I used the bathroom. I see the word "alone" right next to the toilet on the seat covers. I desperately wanted to go out and find a lake and a quiet spot to lay under the stars. The night sky and stars have meant so much to me and have brought me comfort since my oldest son went off to the Marines. I can look up and have the comfort of knowing we are underneath the same night sky. After Bible study, I got coffee with my dear friend. We sat outside staring at the Starbucks’ parking lot full of cars and people. I thought things just weren't working for me.

I decided to go by the house, tuck my 4-year-old in bed, and tell my husband what l felt I needed to do. I needed to go to find that place outside, and I knew God had an answer for me. I thought Derek would think I was nuts, but he said. "OK, babe."

My friend graciously drove me up to Antelope Lake. I wanted to go to where I had remembered a boat launch and a dock where I could just lay down and look up. It was years ago since I had been there. I had no idea how to get there. My friend found the spot even though not knowing exactly what I was talking about. A sign said, "Day Use Only," but I didn't care. I knew God was waiting for me, and I for Him to speak.

Pitch black with a phone light, we parked and walked to the dock and laid there. In the still of the night, there were falling stars and a canopy of stars all over the sky. There were huge trees and their reflections were completely over the still lake. "Be still and know that I am God." It was so peaceful. Lying flat on my back staring at the sky, I felt not a care or worry in the world. Then God said, "This is what trust in Me feels like. In your storms, find your peace as you sense now by trusting deeply in

Me. You can trust Me." "I know, Lord, I can trust you with my thoughts."

The night rolled by. I knew there was more to come. Time moved on, but it also felt like it stood so still. It was so lovely and what I needed. I wasn't about to leave until my answers or word from God was complete. I had known on my way home from Bible study that God had started to tell me to be me—in all situations just be me, don't lose yourself, stand firm at your own gate.

As the night went on, stars fell all around. The sky was so full, like a blanket of stars that canopied over me and felt more enclosed than normal. It was comforting, and God told me that He was there holding, consoling, and snuggling me.

As I looked up there were so many stars that I could not find the dippers. I kept thinking life is supposed to be beautiful and all I see is a mess. I'm a clean freak and like order. I thought, "Lord, there is no order looking up." It was like a huge mess of stars everywhere. God showed me that this is how I feel—like my life is chaos and a mess. "Yes, Lord, this is how I truly feel and rejection in every situation.” He spoke, "See all those stars. Each one may be a trial and feel a mess, but you are the Light and your Light leaves an effect in each one of those situations you go through. And your Light, My presence, stays forever and ministers in those moments, and people don't ever forget. My Light shines forever and leaves an impression and My glory because of you. Don't lose yourself. Wherever you go, keep being you and keep going, because when you are around them, you're My Light that stays with them forever and they need Me.”

“Lord, I asked, “Why me?” I’m tired, I’m not strong enough to keep doing this.” The Lord replied, “I chose you because you are My vessel. You are full of love and a caring heart, forgiving, and you are willing, you being My Light and glory.

When I looked up into the messy sky of stars, I saw my life. There will always be circumstances to encounter and those hard times. Life is messy. "But don't stop being you," God said. Then I asked, "Lord, what is the bigger picture here and the beauty because this is messy?" God answered, "Each and every little time you left My Light, a star was left which created a blanket of stars—My Light—that has lit up the sky and lights up the whole world. I choose you. Be encouraged, not feeling rejected. This is a spiritual thing, so don't take personally any behavior or rejection from others, just be you and let your love flow and your Light shine for My glory."

So no one can tell me, "No, you should not go." God says for me to go and be His Light. It's making a difference even if I do not see it.
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