Any testamonies?

Question

I recently divorced my husband after a very brief marriage to him and drugs. He was abusive and cruel but he was also wondeful and kind (It is possible to be both where there are drugs involved). I loved him very much and still do but I could no longer live wondering when my last breath would be. I am a recovering Meth addict and now live back with my folks who are Born Again and I recently accepted Christ as my Savior and have been clean for almost 3 months. The support system I left behind has come back to me stronger than ever and I have been blessed beyond what I could have ever asked.
My life in drugs though it was dark and ugly seems so far behind me it feels like a dream (or nightmare) and I owe that to God. I never imagined the blessings one could receive in such a short time and I certainly don't desrve them. So now I am trying to tell my story and be a living example of life after death to show people how truly wonderful God is. So, what's your story?

Answer 1

That's so wonderful! I love hearing about people who were able to overcome an addiction to meth...especially when so many never make it that far. My little sister (adopted) is one of them. I don't know if she's dead or alive now.

My testimony...well...this is from my blog (with a few edits to bring it up to date; I wrote it about a month after I accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior):

My walk with God really began before I was even born. I was born into a very Christian family; my dad was a Godly man to his dying day, and my mom still plays piano for church. I was born on a Tuesday. That very Sunday was my first time in church.
But my childhood was rife with drama. My dad was already dying (he had his second heart attack when I was three), and I knew what it meant when a person was dead by the time I was four. By the time I was five, I had lost my last two grandparents and three uncles. I knew death, and I knew it well.

When I was five, we moved to South Carolina. There, I had my first experience with hypocrisy in a church. One of the main pillars of the church was a child molester...and everyone knew that he wasn't as good of a Christian as he professed to be. I think that's when I started to lose faith in God, really. The final straw, although I didn't know it at the time, was my dad's death, which happened when I was ten.

I understood that the reason he died was because he either had to be healed, or be taken out of pain. What I COULDN'T understand was why he had to be ill in the first place. (I do understand now, I think.)

Three years later was when I began to really backslide. By the time I was sixteen, I was heavily into drugs and witchcraft, I had attempted suicide more times than I care to count, and I hated the Christian God, the Great I Am. I wanted nothing to do with church. I was a horrible person to my mother, who continued to love me and pray for me, even though I was oblivious.

Meanwhile, death and deception still haunted me. (The church I attended from when I was eleven until I was eighteen was full of hypocrisy, and judgemental people.) More family members passed on, family friends that I grew up with...and then I lost my first friend.

Summer of '97, my friend Khanh and his brother Ly were involved in a homicide/suicide, as a result of a shooting they perpetrated, in which they killed eight people(1). Khanh was sixteen. Ly was nineteen. If that doesn't tell you what kind of friends I had...

The following spring, my friend Shawn committed suicide. That was followed by a couple more suicides (my friend Josh killed himself in '02, leaving behind his wife and infant daughter), and two car accidents (My friend Tyler was killed in '99, and my friend Matt was killed in 2000).

I hit rock bottom by the time I was twenty, but it took me a few more years to realize it. I kept trying to have faith in God, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it, I couldn't take that final plunge. I renounced witchcraft, sure, but that was only the first step...and it still took four years to take the next.


Even after God spoke to me, (at the bottom of the page is that story)(2), I still doubted. Can you believe that? How much more proof does a person need that not only is God REAL, but He truly cares for even someone as insignificant as myself?


Over that four years, I struggled with alcoholism, went into therapy to deal with an assault I experienced, met my husband Shawn, and got married.

But I still didn't give my life over to God. I missed witchcraft. I missed the POWER it gave me. Anyway, so I finally gave my life to God COMPLETELY almost five months ago ago. What woke me up? I think I finally realized that God was listening, all the time, and that it would cost me nothing to serve Him...at least nothing that I wasn't willing to surrender.


I am living PROOF that God doesn't give up on what is His. I was dedicated to God two weeks after I was born, and He never once turned His back on me, even though I turned my back on Him. He, for whatever reason I can't even BEGIN to fathom, spared my life, many times. I am living proof that even through the deepest darkness, God's light will still shine, and He will still find us.

So that's me in a nutshell. I left out a few details (mainly the research I did before I became a Christian, and a few other more personal details), but that's the basic story. I regret the things I did, but at the same time I understand that those are the things that strengthen my faith, and my love for Jesus. If God can forgive ME, He can forgive anyone.


1) Trang Dai massacre, in Tacoma, WA. I actually knew five of the 8 who were involved with the shootings. Four of them committed suicide. I was only friends with Khanh and his brother.

2) God answered me when I asked Him if He had given up on me (this was several years ago). He said: "If I had given up on you, you would be dead by now."

Answer 2

Nothing quite so glamorous, to be sure, but I grew up either apathetic to everyone and everything, or hating them out-right. Kind of funny since I grew up in church. But things were very, very tough for me, and I was very much alone no matter where I was. I had a lot of negativity sent my way, with nothing positive to counter-balance it (consequences of which I still feel 20-30 years later). I was so emotionally, physically and mentally drained all the time that I just didn't have the strength to care about anything or anyone. I got saved when I was 16 (24 years and going!) but still I was pretty wiped out for a long time. I had a job for 6.5 years that just about killed me because of all the stress. But in the past few years (maybe 10 years, give or take) I've been noticing that I'm able to care about people (often too much). I don't have a good enough memory to hold many grudges, and no desire to hold grudges I do remember for long. My theological views have matured and solidified a lot, and I think I'm starting to grow up. I had a vision a while back, I believe from God, about how every event in the world is perfectly timed and programmed by God to cause every outcome of those actions, good and bad. It was quite extraordinary. Once I experienced that, I was ok with it all. A small measure of peace came over me and I was able to accept that my past had to happen exactly as it did to produce the person I have become. My only question now is, why do I need to be the person I am today? Still working on that one.

Answer 3

That is such a great story. Im so happy 4 u! I am also a born-again christian and know exactly how God can bless u if u just ask. Ive been a christian all my life really. It was really hard in 7th and 8th grade 4 me cuz i had no real friends @ skool. i was alone all the time while still being with the people i hung out with. i never had anything relly bad happen 2 me; thats how the lord has blessed me. but im still young. i have a whole life 2 live but i know i will b ok cuz Jesus is on my side!

seriously.. congradulations! God can do amazing things and im very happy 4 u!

Answer 4

Why don't christians believe in science when the hear a scientific testamony? I heard so many scientific testamonies, about how science changes people, repents them by Its power, that I do not understand christianism. If you christians stick your head out of the God Delusion, and start to study in earnest the testamonies of people who belong to science, and read the science text books without animosity, you will find that you are missing out on life. Why don't you try to do that? Religion is a myth and should be disgarded.

Answer 5

I was raised in a good home, not Christian but good loving parents that loved us. ( I have had the joy of leading both my parents to the Lord) When I was 12 I started drinking, that led to drugs, violence, sexual addictions, and Satan worship. I served Satan for 17 years, with everything I had. I almost lost my wife and children because of it.
On Sept.14, 1994 we went to a Drama called Heavens Gates and Hells Flames, that night all 4 of us accepted Christ into our lives. One year latter my wife and I were asked to help out with the youth group at church. A year latter I felt called into ministry, and I am now a Pastor seeking Gods direction on where HE wants us.

Answer 6

Congratulations.

Answer 7

What I don't understand is why you think a God is responsible. Your mind is much more capable of control than you think it is.

Answer 8

You swapped one mind numbing addiction for another.

Answer 9

just chillin