Our testimonies are a part of us, they tell how we came to Jesus and what Jesus is still doing in our lives. Sometimes people like to hear the juicy testimonies. You know, the ones where that person was pregnant at 16, or was in a biker gang on the streets and growing marijuana. Or those stories of how that person was gambling and drinking. Or maybe those stories of how that person survived a shooting and found Jesus afterwards.
Your testimony doesn’t have to be that exciting though. Your testimony is YOUR story with Christ and how He is continually working in your life. It’s okay if you grew up in church and accepted Christ at an early age. It’s okay if your testimony doesn’t involve drugs, alcohol, gambling, etc.
The above photo is something that I feel resonates with me. If you know me, you know I absolutely love exploring abandoned buildings, and places. I love seeing the beauty in the old, and run down.
I grew up living in various different countries and because of this I was exposed to different cultures, religions and different ways of living. My family never really attended church regularly, although my parents always encouraged my siblings and I to embrace our individuality and to branch out to and form our own opinions and beliefs.
It was middle school when I started realizing I had a void inside of me that needed to be filled. I started looking for answers in Islam, Mormonism, Buddhism, and even Wicca. But, I found that each of these all had a “works” based faith and I was left feeling more alone.
In high school I began drinking and getting high. Oh those teenagers years…..
One of my good friends started bringing me to church and answered any questions I had about God or the Bible. She eventually handed me my own Bible.
I eventually found a local church near my house, and had a “coming to Jesus” moment. If you can even call it that. I took my salvation as, “I believe in God, I’m going to Heaven, I can do whatever I want”. It was like a “get out of hell” free pass.
Once more I began to let alcohol and drugs control me and fill the void inside of me that was only meant for Jesus.
It wasn’t until 2012 when I went on a mission trip to the Dominican Republic that I finally understood that my sins were separating me from God and though I was far from God, God had never left my side. He was constantly there even when I wasn’t there, He still wanted me, He still loved me, He forgave me.
I can’t tell you how much I cried in that moment when it finally hit me like a hurricane…
My story with God doesn’t stop there though. Since then God has continued to work in my life, through the ups and the downs. He has reconciled friendships over the years, He has used my tears, heart breaks, aches and pains to teach me to cling closer to Him and seek His will. He has saved my life in moments where I would have thought I would have died. He has taught me to trust Him even when life is throwing all it has at me and is trying to knock me down. He has taught me to not find my identity in people or things. He has taught me that my identity is not found in having a significant other.
I love hearing other peoples testimonies and walks with Christ. If you are up to sharing your story, please DM me on Twitter or feel free to e-mail me at Elizabeth.Louise@holyyoga.net