It's Gonna be OK - my testimony
Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 6:52 pm
My Testimony
First, and foremost, I give thanks to God for the love He gave me first. I give Him all the glory and all the praise for giving me a purpose here on this earth! This is my testimony that I wish to share with you.
I was raised in a home broken apart by the divorce of my parents when I was about 3. Even back then, I remember going to church and Sunday school, and continued until the age of 17. I believed in God and knew who Jesus was to a point, but I was very rebellious and felt I was forced to go to church. Since my mother needed to work 2 full time jobs just to make ends meet, she was never around, and when she was, she was not the loving mother I now realize I desperately needed. It seemed I could not do anything right and was always being punished for things I didn't do, and was told by her that she would put me in a home where little girls weren't wanted. I was so emotionally abused and physically abused, I just wanted to die. The only thing I turned to was my pets. I knew that no matter what I was going through, I could rely on them for giving me comfort and loving me back when I so desperately needed to feel loved.
At age 18, I started seeing a young man who I ended up marrying, and we were together for 26 years. We had a wonderful son that I am ever so thankful that God blessed me with. Unfortunately, because I was a Baptist, and my husband was a catholic, according
First, and foremost, I give thanks to God for the love He gave me first. I give Him all the glory and all the praise for giving me a purpose here on this earth! This is my testimony that I wish to share with you.
I was raised in a home broken apart by the divorce of my parents when I was about 3. Even back then, I remember going to church and Sunday school, and continued until the age of 17. I believed in God and knew who Jesus was to a point, but I was very rebellious and felt I was forced to go to church. Since my mother needed to work 2 full time jobs just to make ends meet, she was never around, and when she was, she was not the loving mother I now realize I desperately needed. It seemed I could not do anything right and was always being punished for things I didn't do, and was told by her that she would put me in a home where little girls weren't wanted. I was so emotionally abused and physically abused, I just wanted to die. The only thing I turned to was my pets. I knew that no matter what I was going through, I could rely on them for giving me comfort and loving me back when I so desperately needed to feel loved.
At age 18, I started seeing a young man who I ended up marrying, and we were together for 26 years. We had a wonderful son that I am ever so thankful that God blessed me with. Unfortunately, because I was a Baptist, and my husband was a catholic, according