If it had not been for the love of Christ Jesus, I would never be able to write this story or testimony.
I was not raised in church. The only time I recall going to church, I was about five, and that was to a funeral of a man I never knew. So growing up, I never knew the truth about God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I was saved and baptized at the age of seventeen, pregnant with my oldest daughter Lizzy, who I would lose to a car accident ten days after she turned twenty-eight.
In 2003-04 I had been diagnosed as being depressed, but the funny thing was, I didn't even feel depressed. I didn't eat much, and I was hypoglycemic. I spent 20 minutes with some doctor, and they prescribed Prozac. For nine months I was on this medication, and for six months I had about five seizures. The last one was the worst. I was dating a man during this time who helped me through this and saved my life.
I know now that it was God who saved me, but Jason was there to aid in the recovery of my worst fate, had the devil had his way.
I had the last seizure, and during that moment of darkness, I was leaving this earth. I was sinking down into the mattress into a dark coma. I could see the faint outline of my soul, leaving life as we know it. I could hear my youngest daughter asking Jason what was wrong with her mommy and his reply was just talk to her and tell her about your day. Faint the voices were, it kept me from hell.
When I woke up and found myself still in the land of the living, I realized then I had to change my life. It wasn't until about three months later that I gave my life back to Christ. I was frightened into salvation you could say. Evil came to get me one night I was home alone. I could feel the presence of evil that I had never felt before, and it was coming to get me. I never knew what was in my house all I know is that I felt it and it shook the very core of my soul.
Wide awake, I saw something so evil in my bedroom, I couldn't move, I was frozen in fear. I knew I was going to die that night and I feared that my two girls would come home and find me dead. I was terrified! But then something marvelous happened, I heard a voice say "let me have her!" but the other voice said, "She belongs to Me!"
The demonic presence in my room that night slowly left, and so did the Spirit of One so miraculous, I got up out of my bed and ran downstairs to my patio, crying telling God whatever you desire, I will do.
It's been 12 years since that night, and one I will never forget, and God has changed me into a person I can be proud of and one who knows Him for the first time in my adult life. I will be 50 years old in September, and I am thankful that God never gave up on me and allowed me time to seek Him and find Him. I have grown in my walk with Jesus Christ who saved my life and my soul. My life has never been the same since....Be blessed