Fast forward a few years I found myself so from God.  I would go to church but I felt so far away from Him.  Then I started doing things I shouldn't do and got called out on it.  Instead of taking things the way I should I did the total opposite.  I walk away from God.  For the first years leaving church I didn't want nothing with God and his people.  Those 10 years I was away from God presence were the hardest I had ever gone through.  I did things I would have never thought I would ever do.  I tried almost everything to fill that void in my life.  The alchocol was never enough, the pain pills didn't help.  Every once in while I would visit church and a few times I would pray back through but I wasn't willing to give all to God so I would ended up going back to my old ways. 

Then something happen to me that would change me forever.  My mom was rush to the hosptial.  My dad who isn't saved told me to call Pastor Chavis so he could pray for her.  My mom had been out of church  for almost as long as me.  When the pastor got there with some of the other brothers and sister of the church to pray, my mom prayed back through.  By this time in my life everything was downhill but the only place I could think being was at church.  My mom was in the hosptial for almost 2 weeks before she died.  Her body just gave out.  I got the call from my dad that Sunday morning around 1030.  He told me not go the hosptial but go to church and tell everyone that she had passed away.  That had to be the longest 15 minute drive to church.  I couldn't stop crying.  When I got to church the first person I ran into was a fellow sister.  She could tell that something was wrong then I told her that my mom had just died.  She took me by the hand and lend me into the church and me sit in the back until they could tell my pastor.  A few minutes passed by then the pastor came out to console me.  All I could do was hold onto him and cry. Then my pastors wife Sis Chavis who is the best came to me with tears in her eyes and held me what seem to be forever.  Then my best in friend in the world, Laura, came over and had me go into the fellowship hall to get something to snack on.  Because she knew that I had not been eating much since my mom was in the hosptial.  Then my brother James called me from Africia wanting to know what was going on.  He had just receivied an e-mail from the pastor's son that he need to call home Now!!  I had to him that mom had just passed away.  

It is sad that my mom passed away but it wasn't in vain.  That is what it took for me to come back to God.  I am not saying that it has been easy but now I know to trust on Him and Him alone.  I have to say that my church family has done so much for me to keep my spirts high. 

What I want to say is that there is nothing to God want do for you if you only let HIm!!

Praise the Lord! Thank you for sharing that very personal testimony with us.  God Bless

It was nothing.  I am so determine to live for God with all of my heart now.  My past is my past and tomorrow isn't promise to you.  So live today has if the Lord was coming!!

Praise the Lord while we have life.  While we can.  I will praise the Lord. 

Glory to God. 

When it comes to my life all I can say is Glory to God!!  I still have a long way to go but with God I can make it.

awesome testimony, enjoyed.

As I ran from you Lord

You ran with me

As I cried Lord

You cried for me

When I went places I shouldn’t

You went with me pleading with me to listen

As I walked lonely streets

I heard you walking with me

Your voice softly calling me to stop

Please stop for me

One day I stopped, lonely, confused

Needing a friend

I looked up and there you waited for me

Hand stretched out to me

Now we walk together the Lord and me

This a poem the Lord gave me this week while driving.

what a blessing to hear you spirit of humilty! keep giving God the glory sister! He IS GREAT AND WORTHY OF ALL THE PRAISE!

we all can fall but all God really cares about is that we can get back up and keep running that race!

That is an awesome testimony!!! I am very very guilty of not being a perfect saint.. it has been really hard for me to have a prayer life and I know that's not anyone's else's fault, not even the devil's but my own. It's very very hard for me to focus sometimes..I've always admired people who can stay dedicated.. I just need to "pray through" and stick with it.