Here is our testimony to end the month of October. We are noting we are a little late, but we hope you will enjoy it. May God bless you abundantly!
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Hey! Today, we are bringing you an audio testimony. We hope you'll enjoy it! You can find it on the link below. We hope you will be blessed and enjoy it. Hey!
I know this testimony is a little overdue, but I'm going to try to make it short for once! If you know me personally, you know that I had the privilege to leave the town where I live and visit my family in the United States. But this is not the whole story. Two weeks before I left, something happened, I don't really know how to explain it, so, I won't. But something happened and made me feel down. I simply did not feel like doing anything. I felt like I could not really get excited about anything. I cried a lot, I guessed I was depressed. I knew I would be traveling, but did not feel like it would happen. I cried to God, trying to understand why what I went through put me in this mental state. And, two days before my departure, I packed, hoping that I would be in a better shape and get to enjoy this precious time with my family. Turns out, the whole time I spent there was a blessing. I don't understand why I was affected so badly. But I know that God, my Heavenly Father, took great care of me. He let me travel in a time that is not favourable to such an experience, He allowed me to grow despite my pain, and to live to the fullest every single second of this trip. I got to breathe a little, in a different country, a different mentality. I got to meet some members of my family. Coming back home was a little difficult, but today again, I get to remember God's goodness in these particular times: have faith and trust that He is faithful to me. I hope this testimony encouraged you in some way, May God the Father bless you abundantly, And may Jesus, His Son, allow you to come to Him with assurance Do Alright, it’s time for part three.
If you haven’t read part one or two of my testimony, I highly suggest that you read them before you read this one, as this is the third part. For those of you who know me, you know that I recently finished University. I will therefore, take the time to tell you all that post-secondary education is generally expensive. Books, transportation, food comes before one even mentions tuition, amongst the many things that you have to pay for to survive in this crazy world. To survive, many of us have to take loans. I was one of them. After a full year of studying full-time while also teaching full-time, I can say that I have finished University and that I have also finished my student loans. This will not be a testimony where I talk about financial freedom. While others could talk about how they were savvy with their money, explaining why they are free, I wasn’t savvy. I was blessed by a Father who loves me and wants to see me, and all of His children, free. All I want to talk about is freedom. For the Father never wanted His children to be slaves, but His servants. His servant Paul writes to the Galatians that “For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.” (Galatians 5:1). But why does God want us free? I believe that the answer comes from the beginning of the book of Exodus. The people speaking are Moses and Aaron, as they try to convince the Pharaoh to let the Israelites go. They say: ““The God of the Hebrews has met with us. We ask of you, let us travel into the desert three days, to give a gift on an altar in worship to the Lord our God. Or He may send death to us by disease or by the sword.” (Exodus 5:3). Simply put, by reading this passage, we see that God, the Father, wants us to be free, for to be free allows us to glorify and worship Him. I will now be able to worship Him financially, whether it be by more offerings, or tithing more. Not because I want something in return, but because I want to praise Him for who He is. Maybe your situation isn’t inherently financial like mine was. Maybe it’s your health. Maybe it’s your job. Maybe it’s your family. Maybe it’s your mental health. I pray that the Father, creator and liberator, frees you from any captivity that you may be in, so that you may praise Him. Let us all scream Hallelujah! Eli Hey!
It’s Do! It’s the first time that I am writing here and revealing myself to you. It’s voluntary, as you may already know a lot of what God has done in my life without having to explain it all again. Yet, I don’t really feel like waiting to find an adequate message to share this adventure that I find myself in with God. As well, by the time that this comes out, my birthday will have already passed. Therefore, I will let you consider this to be my birthday gift to you for my birthday. If you’ve been with us for a while, there is something that you know about me: I left my home and family, crossed the Atlantic Ocean and made a home for myself in a new continent. Almost completely alone. I met incredible people and, no matter the adventures that I lived through, I believe that God has always been faithful. It’s His faithfulness in a particular area of my life that I would like to tell you about. I’m not sure if you do as I did that God will do the same for you. Everything really depends on your relationship with Him, and what He has chosen to do in your life. I moved under circumstances that no one would define as favorable. My plan was not perfect. But God knew exactly what He was doing. When I started class, I found out that school was more expensive than I had imagined. So far, we are still trying to find a semblance of balance due to the “mistakes” I made on the budget. This means that some months, especially with the financial uncertainties of the last few months following the pandemic, have been particularly difficult for me. The months of December 2020 and January 2021 were part of it. But it’s really since that moment that I’ve seen the hand of God move in my life. During the last days of the month, just before my dad could send me the money for the next month, I wondered how I was going to hang on. So, in December, I shared this reality with the teenagers that I help with at church. We prayed about it, among other topics. I asked God to help me trust Him, whatever He had planned for my life, including my finances. The next morning when I woke up, my bank informed me that someone had sent me almost half of my rent! It made me cry. You can't imagine how much this money has blessed me! And the person who sent me chose to write to me saying that God made it their business to bless me financially. I knew He was in control. But, even more extraordinary has happened. In January, I found myself in the same situation. My dad couldn't send me the money on time and I wasn't sure how I was going to eat in the next week. Once again, we shared our prayer topics with our teens. I chose to trust God. I chose to tell them that all I wanted to do was praise God for who He is. So, in a position of absolute submission, I chose to thank Him for His goodness and grace, I was confident that He was going to take care of me. The next morning when I woke up, my bank informed me that someone had sent me almost half of my rent! Yes! You read that correctly! Twice in two months! Until today, I find it hard to believe… The person who sent me wrote to me telling me that they were working on their spiritual life and listening to the Holy Spirit more and that He let them know that I was in need. All this to tell you that God takes care of us. During the months of February and March, I didn't have any financial difficulties. But, in April, I started to worry again. Before the panic hit me, I asked God to help me trust Him. In those times of prayer, I knew He was going to take care of me. Until then, I didn't have a job for several reasons. And, I'll tell you more about it probably later, before the end of the month, I got a job that has allowed me to support myself to a certain extent. I'm not telling you this to tell you that your financial problems are due to a lack of faith or whatever. I'm not telling you this to show you how blessed I am. And above all, I am not telling you this because I think that is the recipe for receiving more money. I'm telling you this because God is faithful and takes care of His children. He provides in the way He considers appropriate according to your mentality, your situation. He showed it to me, and I hope you can experience it too. Be blessed, Do Hello everybody,
I’ve been waiting to write this testimony for a very long time. I mean it when I say it; it’s been four years since I started my degree and four months since I told Do that I would write this testimony. And here I am, after all this time, able to tell you all that I’ve finished my undergraduate degree. When I entered my first year of university, I was an eighteen year old kid who thought he knew everything, believed he could face anything. I’m leaving an almost twenty-two year old young adult, with the full realization that I know nothing. And that’s okay. I don’t need that same confidence and bravado that I used to have when I started university, because I have something more powerful than that: faith. Every year of my studies presented a new challenge that the Father pulled me through. My first year was anxiety and depression, crowned off with a six month long strike. That’s when I learned to call upon His name when I was in distress (Joel 4:32). My second year was an inhumane amount of work; and I had to learn to rest in the Lord to balance it all out (Psalm 73:32). My third year was all about patience as I worked diligently towards a degree: waiting in the Lord, for His time as the Master of both time and circumstance (Ephesians 4:2, Daniel 2:21). And finally, my fourth year - one that I colloquially called ‘The Last Dance’ - was all about persevering through the hardest year of my academic life (Hebrews 12:1) and COVID-19. Trust me, it’s about time we got to the end. So call upon Him. Rest in His presence. Be patient and in His time. Persevere through every endeavor. I didn’t expect to be anywhere near where I am today, especially when I walked into my university for the first time. The Father saw that I was lonely, and gave me friends. The Father saw that I was tired, and gave me strength. He also saw that I was being ridiculous at times, and gave me lessons that were firm in nature. And that is all okay, for my story isn’t to glorify me, but to glorify Him. Everyday. Even though I won’t walk on the stage with the rest of my classmates because of a global pandemic, I will know that my Father walked with me everyday of university. He did not leave me, or abandon me, because He loved me. So if this serves as my de-facto valedictorian speech, may it be my testimony. I will walk out of my home away from home with a Degree in the Arts, a major in History and a minor in English, complimented by a certificate in bilingualism. But most importantly, clinging onto the Father more than ever, for He has delivered me of my enemies and brought me into a path of righteousness! Praise Him, Sincerely yours, Eli PS: By the time you read this, I’ve got a few weeks left before I go back to school and start teacher’s college, I’ll be enjoying my quasi-summer break. It’s all love and blessings. Peace! In October 2018, I had a health problem. I went to see several specialists who prescribed treatments to cure me but my condition was not improving. On the contrary, it was getting worse. I also had extensive medical examinations but the specialists did not understand where the blood loss was coming from because the test results were normal (there was no cancer, etc.).
The specialists and researchers told me that I was a very rare person in the medical field. He had never seen this before compared to my blood loss that they could not explain. I suffered in silence from this loss of blood for 2 years without anyone around me knowing it. Despite everything that was happening, I continued to pray for healing because I knew that there was no than Jesus who could heal me. After 2 years, around mid-March 2020, I felt a deep voice in my heart (the Holy Spirit) resounding louder and louder telling me to stop all these drugs. A few minutes later, someone calls me and just says this phrase to me on the phone: "It's time to stop these drugs, you have to stop these drugs". Directly after the call, I stopped the treatment because I knew it was God speaking to me through this person. The next morning, as I spent my time with the Father, I really felt that something very deep was going to happen. I addressed this simple prayer: "Jesus You see this loss of blood which has lasted for 2 years, I am so tired, You also see that I stopped my medication yesterday, I just wanted to tell You that, that You heal me or not, I want to continue to trust You, and that it be Your will that is done in the NAME OF JESUS ». At the end of my prayer I was convinced that I was totally healed and free from this disease and ... guess what ?! JESUS HEALED ME !!! Thank you Jesus for the healing and the grace He grants me every day in my life. I even went to see the specialist to tell him what happened and that I was totally healed. The specialist was amazed. He even apologized for giving me treatment (medicine). Through this testimony, I pray that you will persevere in difficult times in prayer for your healing, for deliverance, for a change in a person's life etc … Jesus hears your every prayer and He knows exactly when and how He will act in His time. “Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.. Psalm 27:14 Ms. Yanglyphyne SELY LABOLLE (instagram and photography account) I was born in a christian family. Since I was little, I went to church. I probably learned everything that there was to learn with my own intelligence. I certainly lived the faith of a child.
When I was really young, my parents got separated. In less than two years, this situation started to upset me. I started to live a hypocritical life. I was praying falsely, going to church by obligation, habit and just to see my friends. As I became a teenager, I started to make my life a series of “little lies”, in which I would lose myself in. Extreme hate and love, with no balance, hating my family; selfishness to the point of arrogance and questioning everything: my utility on earth, the reason of my being. I was constantly sad, to the point of developing suicidal thoughts to ease the pain. I was hiding, masking myself behind a smiling facade, letting hypocrisy rule my heart because I did not want to be saved. At 14, my mom sent me to a summer christian camp. The only reason that was pushing me to go was to see my cousins that I hadn’t seen in a long time. I knew that I was going to hear about God again, but I knew how to shut people out. Over there, I discovered things that I was not expecting: a connected group, ties between teenagers that I had never known. I could feel as if they had something in them that I did not have. During an afternoon activity, we had to choose between two musical workshops: the first consisted of writing a rap or slam and the second in gospel. Since I didn't know any reason to praise God through gospel, I chose to write a song. It was once at the time of the workshop that I discovered that it was a question of writing a testimony of the action of God in my life. I will let you imagine my embarrassment! So I chose to talk about what had happened to me since my childhood, and to invent all my conversion. And while I was preparing for the presentation, God spoke to me. I heard that voice, wondering if I didn't want to live everything I said. I stopped, I took a step back from my life. And I decided to accept this offer. Anyway, I had nothing to lose. The wonderful thing is that a lot of things happened next, it would be complicated to explain them all in chronological order. However, here are the main points:
When I got home, I kind of dropped what I had, wanting to live my own life. After an argument with my little sister, which had affected me a lot, I tried to apologize in a roundabout way, but ultimately it was mostly to God that I asked for forgiveness. I instantly felt that He had forgiven me, not only for this argument, for what I had been able to say to my sister, but for all that I had done before. It was then that I truly took a stand for Jesus, and chose that He would rule my life. It took me a while to learn to forgive my parents, to forgive myself and to heal. Even today, there are ups and downs, I know that God does not abandon me. He gave me the Holy Spirit, which comforts me in my moments of pain, and when I am lost, I know that the answers are found with Him. His peace surpasses all my difficulties, His love is worth to me more than all the treasures of the earth, His joy is my real comfort. By: Gabriela Yareliz - Founder of Modern Witnesses (blog / Instagram)
“The LORD himself will fight for you. Just stay calm.” Exodus 14:14 NLT At the beginning of 2020, I saw Exodus 14:14 everywhere. I would even see it in the background of other people’s photos (I am not kidding). I am always paying attention to random details, but this verse’s reappearance was not random at all. I had no idea, at that time, how much I was going to need that verse. The battle hadn’t even begun for me, but the verse was everywhere. (God was speaking truth into my life). Once the battle was raging, I clung to that verse. I want you to know, dear friend, that this verse is a promise, and God keeps His promises. Here are some other things I know: I know He is with you. Live your life with this certainty. I know He is speaking to you. Pay attention. I know He is waiting for you to come to Him. Pray more. I know He wants you to trust Him. Know Him, intimately. I know He has a plan, even if we don’t always understand the journey. Be courageous. I know that if you feel numb or disappointed, don’t think that’s the end of your story. Go to Him. Plead with Him. Tell Him to fight for you. We’ve lived through a historic year, to say the least. (If you thrived in 2020 and your dreams came true, God bless you.) For me, 2020 had a darker theme-- this past season was filled with a lot of anguish and unexpected turns. Loved ones were ill, some friends and family passed away, and some dreams were dashed when the year revealed itself to be all but what I expected (and I really hadn’t entered the year with very specific expectations—it was just bleak vibes, you know?). The year left me feeling numb, trapped and confused. On top of the general pandemic mayhem and very real grief and loss (and throw in some USA political insanity, and you have quite the year), I had a very personal hope that was smashed. I had started the year hoping for an exciting chapter in my own personal journey that I had prayed about for a very long time. I felt God had led me through a door into a new room, and it turned out to be ugly and quite terrible. This is what You had in mind? I remember asking God. I didn’t understand why my journey had led me there (still don’t, to be honest). What exactly was I to learn from this nightmare? Despite its insanity, the year continued to point me to a simple fact: God’s hand is still mighty, and He is constantly fighting for us. I knew a couple of things, despite the circumstances: I was not alone; I was not trapped (even though this is how I felt); and God was still leading. (I also knew that I was going to need God’s direct intervention because there was no way I could “fix” my circumstances in the middle of a raging pandemic, stuck in my little NYC apartment). This past year taught me how to pray in a different way. Inspired by a friend, I started doing daily prayer walks. The prayer list grew long. The walks kept me sane. There were days I would come to God crying and pleading. Some days, I was literally on my face, begging for the lives and wellbeing of others. Other days, I just said a simple prayer of gratitude for the provision I knew I had received from His hand. Each day was different, but each day, I was walking with Him. I knew He was listening. I witnessed my own miracles. Listen, not everything was perfect. Not every prayer was answered as I would have liked. Not everything was resolved. Not everything was “fixed” or made easy. No. But I can tell you, He fought for me. I repeatedly saw how God intervened in my life and in the lives of others. As for that nightmare room I had entered, you may ask-- well, the season ended with the start of a new chapter filled with hope, as He delivered me from that personal situation of disappointment. He continued to lead me in that journey that seemed to hit a dead end of disappointment, step-by-step. I did my part as I heard Him speak to my heart, and God continued to open doors until, ultimately, He did what others would say was impossible in the middle of our global circumstance. Many of us are carrying heavy burdens from this past year. Take those to Him. The loss, the pain, the confusion. He can handle it. Whatever you have gone through; wherever you are; whatever your hopes and dreams are for this new season—no matter what you have lost or gained, know that God’s mighty hand is for you, with you and fighting for you. As we enter a new season, let us turn toward it filled with hope. If we don’t have hope, we have nothing. Our hope rests in who God is. He is good. He is kind. And more importantly, He is present with us. He is a warrior. He always wins. Whatever is not made right in the present season, we have the hope He is coming to make all things right and new. He has promised. Never lose your grip on that knowledge. May we rest in Him, as the Psalmist says, “Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from Him.” Psalm 62:5 Go to Him in prayer. Go with peace in your heart. Walk with Him. There is a battle raging. Armor up and know that He Himself will fight for you. The God of the universe is fighting for you. For you. The end of 2019 promised me a great 2020. I finished University in August and began an incredible position a short month post-graduation. All of a sudden, my time was no longer dominated by essays. Fantastic.
The final months of 2019 were a true celebration, and I expected 2020 to keep the momentum going. Instead, God humbled and grew me. … I cherished the highs based on who could see (and want) them. In private; I lived in shame. A lot of it. I lead worship for my church’s addiction recovery group while battling addiction myself. The dirtier I felt, the more I would lean into the hollow image of excellence. But I wasn’t satisfied with this state. 2020 was the year I swore to myself I would get God to heal me; get Him to help me close the gap between the image I put out versus the person that I was. I wanted Him to fix me, but I needed Him to do so on my terms: swiftly and discreetly, before the cracks could become visible to the church. That’s not how that worked out. In February 2020, through tugging from the Holy Spirit and encouragement from a dear friend, I came to the conclusion that since I was unable to overcome my sin, the least I could offer God was to relent to His call to confess. This meant being honest with the staff at my church about my struggle. So I did it. I set up the meeting with a pastor that I hadn’t had the easiest relationship with, with the intention to be absolutely vulnerable with him. It was after an hour into the meeting I texted my friend for an update. I couldn’t do it, citing every reason under the sun: that I would handle it myself, or perhaps tell him later. His response: “Man don't back down. Remember that the sacrifice is worth it. Don't give yourself an opportunity to turn back; God brought you here and He will not let you down. Remember who it is who called you to do this! It was the Creator of the universe and the one who formed you intentionally for His purpose. He could never let you slip out of His grip as you follow what He's asked." … In the end, I told the pastor - with a shaky voice, and... Nothing happened. I wasn’t kicked out of the church and we actually never discussed it again. But in my surrender, God showed me grace fulfilled his promise set out in 1 John 1:9: “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” A few weeks later, I did what I had been fighting to do for over 3 years: I broke free. Easily, painlessly, and for good. The mountain that had stared back at me for years melted to the ground, just like that, as soon as I shifted my eyes from the challenge before me, and unto the Lord to focus on what it was that He had asked for me. 2020 was among the clearest pictures I’ve ever gotten of the God of the faithfulness of God. He showed up when I stopped being concerned with outer perfection, and sought out the obedience fundamental relationship. 2020 was the year of freedom. |
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