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Post by Cindy on Dec 13, 2015 9:35:14 GMT -5
A memory came to me from when I was a little girl that I thought would be fun to share with you all. I began loving Jesus when I was very small, which is a miracle in and of itself since neither of my parents would have anything to do with God and He was never spoken about in our house. Nor did anyone that I knew, so how I even knew about Him is a good question, but I did and I loved Him. When I was older, about 11 I think, one of my chores was setting and clearing the table, and I began setting an extra place at the table. When my Mom asked me who it was for, I told her it was for Jesus because I'd invited Him to have dinner with us. Mom just rolled her eyes lol, and of course nothing happened.
But I continued to set a place for Him anyway, as it made me feel good, especially when my parents wouldn't be home for dinner. Then one evening I went so far as to even pour Him a glass of milk. My parents weren't home or else I'd have been in trouble for wasting it I'm sure.  I sat and had my dinner and as usual, just talked to Him as though He was there even though I couldn't see Him. When I was done and began to clear the table, I did a double take because the glass of milk was no longer full! It looked to me as though someone had taken a drink out f the glass, but there was no one there but me! I still remember that night and how totally thrilled I was that just maybe Jesus had really been there with me and had proved it by drinking some of the milk!
Looking back, I have no idea if any of the milk was gone from that glass or not. I know that at the time I was totally convinced that it was though. Knowing the Lord, it wouldn't surprise me if He did cause some of it to be gone, just to show a little girl she was loved. Did any of you do things like this? (I guess I should put this in the testimony forum, but I was afraid if I did, no one would read it...)
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Post by bystillwaters on Dec 15, 2015 4:37:32 GMT -5
I love this ....Father was there with you and that must have been wonderful... When I was little I knew God was and that comforted me ...even as I saw that many seemed filled with fear... and while I had my own fears I never really dwelled on them too much because they could not master me then ... What I saw when I looked at others was the mixture of goodness and wrath... and I really felt a lot of compassion for those that hated me. When I became a teenager I rebelled and my life took some strange turns which eventually led me back to a deep relationship with Father... I discovered the emptiness of false religions and found myself back again in the arms of Jesus ....because there is no one else to rescue prodigal sons... So in reading your remembrance I can see how the Lord intervenes to rescue so many who might otherwise have perished..
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2015 20:05:41 GMT -5
When I was a little girl in the 1st grade, I went to a Catholic school. Everyday the nuns took us outside and we had to kneel on the dirt for 30 minutes or longer and we kept our hands together in prayer and could not move from that position. I was only there at that school for one year because my brother pushed a kid through the glass door, so we all had to leave. When I was in the 2nd grade and my brother and sister went to another school I used to have to walk near a hill to school and one winter while walking home I fell into a crevice in the hill, it was filled with snow so I did not notice it. When I went down into it I knew no one would be around to help me out. I told myself to stay calm and the only way I could get out of the crevice was if God helped me out. I prayed for God's help and made a scramble to get out and I did get out with the help from the Lord, otherwise no one would have known I was there.
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Post by Leigh on Dec 16, 2015 10:13:59 GMT -5
Such sweet stories.... Jesus loves the little children, that is for sure.  |
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Post by Cindy on Dec 16, 2015 10:48:17 GMT -5
What a great testimony Anna! Sounds like the Lord helped you in both situations. First using what your brother did to get you out of that school and then helping you out of a physical "hole". God is so good!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 16:37:59 GMT -5
How wonderful bystillwaters, that as we get older we can look back and see the patience and mercy of the Lord.
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Post by fearnot on Dec 20, 2015 1:40:35 GMT -5
when I was 5 ( almost 6 years old) a foster day was beating me with the said purpose to kill me. It was right after breakfast.
He must have got tired, ran out of steam, or was afraid he might go to prison....in any case he threw me in a closet and slammed to door.
I started crying and saying something about being afraid of the spiders. He opened the door back up and said: if he heard one more sound from me, he would take me back out and finish ( saying he would in fact kill me).
Somehow, even though I had only just gotten up, I somehow went to sleep ( no need to go potty either) until about noon the following day, when a social worker came to pick me up and take me to what would eventually be my adopted parents.
I really think either Jesus was in that closet with me or He sent an angel, so that I never made a sound for 36 plus hours in a closet I was convinced had big scary spiders. Because the man was not just threatening me, he meant every word!!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2015 16:50:00 GMT -5
Wow Barbra, I have heard so many stories about how bad foster parents are and it is sad that you had to go through that at the age of 5. Did your adoptive parents treat you good or OK? Are you OK now after going through such a rough childhood? Some people can never get over what happens to them in life and it is a rough road to moving on and being OK. But the ones that find the Lord are strong people and strong in the Lord. You were chosen before the earth was formed to be saved by the Lord, so yes I do think an angel was with you to protect you when you where with those foster parents.  |
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Post by fearnot on Dec 20, 2015 21:47:12 GMT -5
About 10 years ago or more Cindy really helped me. For years I used that incident and other different foster experiences to fuel an anger, self pity and depression.
Even tho my adopted parents were good to me there were problems ( mostly my self pity) but they didn't go to church or speak of the Lord ( they were also close to 55 or older and had never had children). But they were very good to me ( never beat me, my dad never even raised his voice).
In college I became a 'hippie' so you know what that meant...not good.
Around the age of 40 I began to come to Jesus and as I said Cindy helped me so much to let the past go....because I continued for years to be depressed even tho I was a Christian....self pity is very crippling. But the Lord provided me for me when He lead me to FH :-)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 9:42:03 GMT -5
Barbra that is good to read that you had good adoptive parents, and that you found Cindy and she helped you, that was the Lord's will.
I never did become a hippie, that experience was probably what you needed at the time. I was 15 years old when Woodstock took place, you were probably there. However there was a band that played there that opened for Janice Joplin and one of the guys became a Christian, went home to visit his mother who was my neighbor, and he talked to me and told me how to become a Christian. Last I heard about him 12 years ago he was a truck driver and witnessing to people about the Lord.
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Post by fearnot on Dec 21, 2015 10:15:27 GMT -5
Actually Anna being a 'hippie' was unfortunately not a good thing. It was basically drugs, so-called 'free love'
( which was not really free, nor was it love), rebellion against 'the establishment', anger against police for no good reason, 'music' etc. etc..
The only 'good' thing was I had a black girlfriend. She, I, and her 3 year old son, lived in a mixed race neighborhood for a year, in an all black ghetto, in an all white part of town ( with several Yale students working towards their PHD's.
Thank you so much for your kind sweet comments :)
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Post by Cindy on Jan 1, 2016 12:43:08 GMT -5
Anna, I love reading other people's stories of how God walked into their lives! It's always amazing to me what He does to get our attention.
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I sat and had my dinner and as usual, just talked to Him as though He was there even though I couldn't see Him. When I was done and began to clear the table, I did a double take because the glass of milk was no longer full! It looked to me as though someone had taken a drink out f the glass, but there was no one there but me! I still remember that night and how totally thrilled I was that just maybe Jesus had really been there with me and had proved it by drinking some of the milk!
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