Christ is Savior and King

Christ is Savior and King

I am a Christian mom who stands rooted in her faith. I believe the Bible and all that is in it, it's the inerrant word of God. I am not ashamed. Jesus is my Savior. I was born with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and am a rape survivor. I stand united with Christ!!!

My Testimony:
I was raised in a Catholic home and started doubting all their teachings as an older teen (19). I proceeded to denounce my religion and God’s existence. I hated anything Christian as I associated it with my childhood. I read up on and studied Taoism, Buddhism, VooDoo, various forms of Wicca, and Satanic rituals. At one point I even withdrew from all religions and decided there was no god at all. During those times I was out partying and taking home guys I just met. I drank until I couldn’t stand straight, smoked weed at every opportunity, defied authority. I got my tongue pierced and was thinking about getting tattooed. I spent days feeling worthless, hating myself and the rest of the world. I became suicidal at one point and was hospitalized after overdosing twice. I started dating women and took pride in being lesbian. I was abusive and violent. I was self-destructive and self-mutilating. I felt alone and didn’t know where to go or what to do. Every minute of every day became a struggle for me. After getting pregnant and being left by the father I started feeling the need to go to church. At the time I was living with my parents (at 24 yrs old) with my daughter and they wanted me to be a stay at home mom so that’s what I did. Because of this, I had no transportation and the only church I could walk to was the one I was raised in. I started going there for a little while but it didn’t feel right. Not because they weren’t accepting or anything, it was more of a sense of me being there was wrong somehow. When my daughter was two I moved out with my daughter and lived in an apt. I had a Bible stored somewhere in my apt and after meeting and having a religious debate with my now husband I dug around until I found it. Every time we spent time together he would encourage me and never try to change me. He didn’t judge me, he corrected and taught me with love. I started feeling Christ drawing me closer and closer. I went to church a couple times with him and it was the second church we went to together that I felt like I has just returned home. I knew that was the church I needed to be going to and that’s where I gave my life to Christ. Yes, I am born again. I now attend a non-denominational church and walk closely with our Father in Heaven. I am His and His manner of me is love. I am humbled to be called a Christian and I know I am no better than the homeless man passed out under the bridge with a bottle of hard liquor a few feet away. I am forgiven by God’s grace and for that I am grateful.
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Hebrews 12:2 (KJV) “Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

Divine power was apparent in His resurrection. The unlocking of the belly of the whale for the deliverance of Jonas; the rescue of Daniel from the den of lions; and the restraining of the fire from burning the three children, were signal declarations of His power, and types of the resurrection of our Savior. But what are those compared to that which was represented by them? That was a power over natural causes, a curbing of beasts, and restraining of elements: but in the resurrection of Christ, God exercised a power over Himself, and quenched the flames of His own wrath, hotter than millions of Nebuchadnezzar’s furnaces; unlocked the prison doors, wherein the curses of the law had lodged our Savior, stronger than the body and ribs of a Leviathan.
Stephen Charnock The Existence & Attributes of God ii. 65