Let Your God Story Be Heard
“He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.” 2 Corinthians 1:4
Collectively, we all make up the women of WeUsed2bu ministries. Each of us has our own story to share that another woman needs to hear. Our stories of God’s faithfulness, mercy, grace, and saving power will bring hope to someone else who is going through a similar situation. This is why the women of WeUsed2bu share their stories with you. We want to encourage our readers that God is no respecter of persons; if He helped us, saved us, and changed our lives forever, He will do the same for anyone who surrenders their life to Him.
We also want to encourage you to share your God stories here on WeUsed2bu. Revelation 12:11 says,
“And they defeated him by the blood of the Lamb and by their testimony. And they did not love their lives so much that they were afraid to die.”
“Every time we share our testimonies of faith with others, we are defeating the enemy. When we share about how we’ve overcome troubles and gone through trials by the strength of God, we are showing the world that what the devil meant for our destruction our God will turn for our good. We are allowing others to see how our God refines us, trains us, and builds our faith through life’s circumstances. We are testifying that what Romans 8:28 says is true, “All things work for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” We are being His true witnesses by telling people about God’s goodness and especially the Good News of salvation through Jesus Christ. We are acting as His ambassadors when we share with others about His word and His faithfulness.
This is what we are asking from you. Click on the comment button below and testify to God’s goodness in your life. You can share your story of how you came to know Jesus, or about a specific breakthrough that you’ve had in your life. Share what the Holy Spirit puts on your heart. We want to hear what God has done for you. Someone needs to hear your story!
“Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous deeds among all peoples.” Psalm 96:3
Hi, my name is Therese and I would love to share my testimony. I clicked on the link that says share now, and I’m wondering if I should just write it here in the comment box? Let me know and THANK YOU for leaving a comment on my blog so I could know about your site. I am so excited to know about this ministry as I had many things to struggle with as a girl and teenager (who doesn’t), and have been wondering how the Lord would have me help other girls young women who have dealt with
similar things. Helping girls become Godly women is a subject near and dear to my heart. If I could share how I came to know Jesus and the ways he has changed me on your site, that would be truly awesome!
Thanks and God Bless, Therese
Thank you for your interest in sharing. We would love to hear what the Lord has done in your life. All you have to do is post it here. Then it will be reviewed for posting. May the Lord use your story to encourage WeUsed2bu readers. We can’t wait to read your story..Thanks again Therese..
Hello. My name is Vision. I have been a Christian since 1990. My age: forty-something. I’ve always felt special - like I had a divine purpose in life. I’ve always had a VISION.
My parents divorced when I was nine years old. After my mom re-married - a year later - my life began to spiral out of control. My “vision” became blurred (spiritually speaking) and my dreams were shattered. Consequently, as a young teen, I was easily swayed to follow the crowd with sexual promiscuity, alcohol, terrible language, pot, and eventually cocaine.
Although I opened a successful business while still a teenager, and my life “appeared” to be great, deep inside I was hurting. I hated my life and secretly contemplated suicide for many years. The outward appearance of my home life “seemed” like a very normal middle class “blended” family; yet, in the spiritual realm, sin abounded and demonic activity filled our environment. I was born with the gift of discernment (although I didn’t know what this was at the time) and so I could hear, see, and feel the evil spirits as they haunted me, challenging my sanity. From ninth through twelfth grade, my mind secretly raced with “spooky” thoughts. I often wondered if I was schizophrenic. I’m not. But, that’s the depth of my irrational thinking at this point in my life.
Then, at eighteen, I was living with a boyfriend. I knew deep in my heart that I probably wouldn’t marry him; yet, I loved him and needed him to love me back. It was a codependent relationship. Plus, I justified my decision to live with him because my step-father frightened me by climbing in the bed with me, making perverted gestures, whenever my mom left for work. He never touched me, because I R-A-N; but, had I been a little more naive… it would have been a really ugly scene. I felt safe with this boyfriend. Even though we were living a life of sin that involved alcohol, drugs, and premarital sex, at least I didn’t have to deal with all of the quiet dysfunction from my “blended family” home life.
By the time I was twenty-one, I had undergone two abortions. I was a beauty queen who wore a mask. I grew to hate men and would go to bars with plans of taking advantage of them (so I thought) by luring them into buying all of my drinks only to drop them like a hot potato. The only problem was, at the end of the night “I was usually plastered” and ended up fooling around with whoever the last lucky guy was. It was a horrible time in my life. I thank God everyday that I lived through the evil that I placed myself around during those wandering years. I was looking for love in all the wrong places, and always winding up more broken and more empty than the day before. I was beginning to self-destruct.
My real dad… “Disney Land Dad” is what I called him… only came to get me about once per year from the time I was nine years old. He was a social alcoholic who always involved me in his weekend “parties” the few times we were together. As a young girl, I thought it was “cool”. Although my real dad was never there for me and he never taught me anything of value, he was still my hero. I was so disillusioned. A few months after I had my first baby, my real dad died of cancer. I could write a book about the anger I felt toward God AND toward my real dad for his untimely death. Maybe I will, someday.
After meeting my husband and marrying at the age of twenty-two, I thought my life had taken on a new birth. My problems were all over… so I thought. I had become a control freak by this time with multiple business locations, lots of money, and a good looking husband! “I” was out to MAKE my life good - not knowing that apart from Jesus… life is still very E-M-P-T-Y. “I” was my own god. “I” controlled my destiny.
Early on in our marriage, my husband and I began using cocaine. I’ve never been one that was prone to any sort of addictions, but that drug was definitely “talking” to me. One night, after a long fight with my husband (in a fit of anger and self-pity) I snorted the entire bag by myself. My thoughts were, “I didn’t care if I died.” However, I must say that I didn’t “really” realize the lethal consequences of my actions. My heart began to beat out of my chest and I “truly” thought I was going to die. Refusing to go to the hospital, because I had a reputation to keep, I certainly didn’t want anyone to know that I was secretly doing drugs. I was full of PRIDE to the point of risking death rather than getting help. Crying out to God (whom I didn’t know at the time), I promised Him that I would never touch cocaine again if He would spare my life. Somehow, I survived and I’ve never touched it since.
Finally, in 1990, I surrendered my life to Jesus. I have a great story of how it all happened. Once I finally realized that money, success, and even love couldn’t fill the gap in my soul, I began to seek “god” for life’s meaning. I dabbled in everything from New Age Religion to praying to the Jesus I had learned about as a young child. Much to my surprise, the God of the universe heard my cries and sent people into my life who were radical followers of Christ. These people formally introduced me to Jesus, the lover of my soul and now the Savior of my life. Finally, my blinded eyes were opened to a whole new world of color, as everything appeared fresh and new. The sky was bluer. The trees were greener. And to my amazement, I could actually understand the Bible, for the first time.
About a year later, I prayed for the “baptism of the Holy Spirit” with evidence of tongues. This experience further opened my eyes to the “supernatural power” of God. In addition, my prayer language initiated a deeper healing of my soul. I was filled with holy laughter (a supernatural experience that caused me to laugh uncontrollably for many hours) and my soul was renewed to an even more child-like faith concerning the scriptures. Suddenly, reading my Bible went from black and white to LIVING COLOR! I felt like Clark Kent as he transformed into Superman. I was set on FIRE and nothing could stop my desire to tell others about this Jesus who “changed my life”.
Now, there have been some milestones throughout my Christian walk that can be compared to that of “peeling layers off the onion”. Overcoming “all” of the hidden wounds that were deep inside of my being has required me to face each stronghold in my mind. As God reveals a new aspect of my soul that needs healing, I must “confess it” and “repent of its power over me”. Prayer, Bible reading, and fellowshipping with Christian friends over the years have brought me to this place of wholeness. I praise God everyday for his mercy and grace to save a sinner, like me!
My VISION is restored and I’m ALIVE! Glory to God! Amen!
Hi, Do I Share my testimony Here
Yes..
I was born in Kansas City, Missouri in the year of 1988. Since I was a young girl, I have always heard about Christ and always wanted to be saved. I remember some time after my father passed, when I was eight years old, I would pray to God every night that He would save me and that I would move to New York. As a young girl, I dealt with depression and suicidal thoughts. I was teased about the way I looked and was called all kinds of names. While going through this, I would ask God why he put me on this earth, “to be teased?” I could not understand why it seemed that no one liked me. I hated that many of my peers and some of my family members would tease me because of the way I looked. I thought there was something wrong with me and wanted to die. I also wanted someone to love me. Soon, I was twelve and I moved to New York. It was around Christmas Eve, when I became a Christian.
In my teen years, in high school I was still dealing with low self esteem and depression. I hardly had any friends and I was always to myself. Feeling unworthy and ugly, I could not look at myself in the mirror or go outside. I wanted to commit suicide and just stop all the teasing and all the feelings of unworthiness. One night, I heard of Always Sisters Conference in TN, and at this conference I was reminded of who I was in Christ. I was reminded of who God was to me, I was His daughter and He was my ABBA (FATHER). After this conference, I told God that I wanted to get serious about Him, to follow Him, for Him to mold and transform me into a Godly woman. In my third year in high school, is when I started a prayer journal, praying for family, friends and the world. Doing this, my love for praying grew. I loved that I could pray, talk to God and be with HIM. As a young person, I struggled with sexual purity, boys not liking me, past hurts and my image. So, I prayed daily that the Lord would deliver me, that I would have a forgiving heart, to be pure, to know and be secure in who I was in HIM. I would pray to God that He would put older women in my life to help me in my Christian walk and before I knew it, I had several Godly women reaching out to me. I am so thankful for the ladies God has put in my life, because I was then and still today, learning so much and growing.
Now, I am in college, majoring in social work. I want to be a school social worker. I have a heart for children and I pray that the Lord will use me to reach out to children. I am a young woman that wants to follow God and trust in His ways. My second year in college, I started to write in journals to God. Through these journals, I have poured out my heart to God. I love that I can look back in my journals and see what I have written. To see what God, was doing in my life. In my journey with God, He has blessed me with mentors, prayer partners and with college friends. God has shown me many things about myself, been patient and loving with me. I am learning to be thankful for what is seen and unseen. I am becoming more and more amazed about God. I know that I still have struggles, but I am amazed at who He is, His grace and mercy He has shown me. As a young woman, I want to use every day to bring glory, honor and blessings to HIS HOLY NAME. I am learning to trust in HIM and to walk in HIS WAYS and to ABANDON my ways. In the fall of 2011, is when I am supposed to graduate from college, I can’t see the road ahead but I do know, I want God to always be the center of my life.