The Truth prevails...

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   From a woman on FB —  · Edited · 

I want to encourage, anyone who feels they've been tested, and in the fire, and feel they cannot go on. For those who feel they are losing Hope, and feel as though their prayers to the Lord have fallen on ears you wonder Is he hearing your cries? 

I am going to be transparent and sharing some of my testimony. When I came home from being out at 14 years old, and I had been drinking, and my mother was on her face with her Bible down prostrate on the floor, and I screamed at her get up off that floor your prayers are never going to do any good. Truth is, I wouldn't tell her, her prayers were very powerful, & I was so convicted for my rebellious life I was trying to lead. When I was 18 years old, and in Hawaii, smoking pot and drinking, and somebody slipped some angel dust to me, and I was terrified not knowing any of it, and I called my praying mother, and told her I was tired of running from God, and I was going to commit suicide, please pray for me. I took a handful of pills, drank my wine, and lay down to die. Again God was faithful, I woke up, and flew back home, got into church as fast as I could run, accepted the Lord and got baptized. 

When my brother who had taken so many hits of angel dust, and didn't know who or where he was standing in front of my mother's home, all I kept saying to me was I'm scared Patti I'm so scared. All I knew to do at 17 years old was to take both of his hands and tell him to just say Jesus over and over and over and over. He then fell to the ground in the middle of the street and went into seizures. And I still repeated Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus. When the seizures were over I guided him into the house, and put him to bed. When he awoke he had a sound mind with no memory of what had occurred. Again God was faithful. 

When I was fast asleep, and the Lord woke me up at 2 a.m. with an urgency, crying to him in despair for my 25 year old son that was out somewhere in the unknowns, I was pleading the blood of Jesus over his life begging for the angels to protect him and cover him, and I prayed until I felt the release in my spirit. At 9 o'clock that morning, I got a phone call from my son sobbing, he had been drinking, had gotten into a serious wreck, with two other cars involved and injuries at the hospital. My truck was totaled. He went to jail. But, this tragedy turned my son's life around. When he was 17 and he told me he was going to commit suicide and I called all his friends to look for him and I found him in an alley laying drunk with a case of beer, and he barely made it. 

When my youngest son try to jump out of a car after his father died at 5 and a half, and he told me he didn't want to live anymore. And I took him to the emergency room psychiatric, and the doctors told me on a scale of 1 to 10 he was an 11 with his depression. But the good news is, in all of these hard times these trying times for all the times I was sobbing, broken, crying in the shower so my children couldn't see or hear me, I came before the Lord,, sobbing in my brokenness, for His strength to carry me. And my message today, is not about me at all, but about him. He who is forever faithful, he who has never failed, he who was there and made a way when I could see no way at all he when the enemy would whisper in my ears that my children would be taken by death drugs alcohol and destroyed. By Faith, I believed God, even when I didn't see anything. By Faith, I knew his word had to be true, for He is a God that does not lie. 

My children all serve the Lord today all of them are alcohol and drug free all of them honor me as their mother, and I am blessed to be called their mother. The poem I shared is what they presented to me on my 60th birthday. They made the poem up themselves♡ Never give up hope, even in the fire, and you think the flames will devour you.

 Deuteronomy 7:9 " He is the faithful God who keeps his covenant for a thousand generations, and lavished his unfailing love on those who love and obey him". 

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