My Testimony

Does God has a purpose for our lives? I believe he has a plan and purpose for each of our lives. You life is so special to Him. The love that God has for you is more than you can begin to comprehend. The Bible says that God's love for us is immeasurable. Each on of us has a story or testimony.

Here is my story:

When I was six years old I woke up one morning and fell out of of bed. I couldn't feel my legs the way I should have and scooted down the hall screaming for mom and dad to help me. They took me to the Dr. And they immediately put me in the hospital and started running tests. Finally they found out that I had the Guillian-Barre Syndrome which is a disease that effect the central nervous system. It is the body fighting against itself. Within a few weeks I was paralyzed from the neck down. Today there is treatment for the Guillian-Barre Syndrome there wasn't when I had it. It eventually causes the respatory system to shut down and death. As you can imagine my parents called on the church to pray for me. It wasn't just my home congregation that was praying, congregations all over the world prayed that I would live. The church in Guam where had our best friends stationed prayed for me. The elders of the church and minister would visit and pray over me. Well, one night I remember it like yesterday. It is one of the real first memories that I won't forget. I went into respitory arrest. I had a near death experience. I remember seeing the bright light and feeling nothing but complete love and like I wanted to stay. A few days later I assisted in breathing and had to have breathing treatments. I remember the team of doctors. Seemed like ten came in and were looking me over and were in complete amazement. I was alive. I had a full blown case of chicken pox another disease that gave my body something else to fight against instead of itself. A couple days later the doctor came in and said, "I have some good news. Your alive. You are a miracle. But, I also have some bad news, you will never walk again." My parents, Christian family and churches praised God for their answered prayer that I was alive. But that wasn't good enough. They continued to pray that I would walk again. A week later I remember feeling my index finger. I Could move it up and down. My mom would put the finger where I needed to scratch the chicken pox to give me some temporary comfort. Within months I had feeling back. I began rigorous rehab. I had to learn how to walk, write, hold a fork, all over again. I had to catch up from missing school. I was in special education and had some learning disabilities. Over the next year I was walking, writing, eating all on my own. Many believed I would have difficulty graduating high school. I graduated from Abilene High in 1993 and Lubbock Christian University in 1998 with a degree in Bible emphasis in youth and family ministry. I believe that God has a purpose. A plan for my life. He had something wonderful in mind for me to do. I felt called. Called to preach the gospel. A burning within my bones. I totally believe in the power of prayer and know that God is such a God of love, mercy, and second chances. I praise God for what he has done in my life and what he will do in the future. That is my story.

I plan on speaking at some Guillian-Barre Syndrome support groups in the future. I also want to share my story with High School students and others. If you want to know more about Guillian-Barre Syndrome you can check out the Guillian-Barre Syndrome International Foundations website at: www.gbsfi.com

God is so good!

What is your story? What is your testimony? How has God answered powerful prayer in your life? Do you feel like you have been called by God? How can you discover your calling? How have you see God make a difference in your life so you can be a living testimony to others? How have you seen his power at work in the plans of your life? Why do so many refuse to accept their calling and believe in the power of prayer? How has prayer made a difference in your life and ministry?
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