We often receive wonderful feedback from articles we place on the website. Sometimes they produce new testimonies, and other times they stir up testimonies from the past. This one was sent from a sister who received a blessing from the article And From That Time, which reminded her of a similar experience in her life.
Thank you for sharing this testimony! What a blessing it is to see that the Lord never fails to look out for his little Bride.
This testimony reminds me so much of something similar that happened to me 6 years ago when I was 18. I had been doing a lot of things that were not pleasing to the Lord. I reached the point where I had no desire to go to church, read my Bible or pray. But, I continued to go to church to keep a good image.
When I would come home late at night, way past curfew, my parents would ask me how my evening went. I was so ashamed of the things I was doing, that I would just say, "Fine", and run up to my bedroom without another word. My parents knew that things were bad, but they didn't know exactly how bad.
Thank God for parents who pray and cry out for their children! My parents prayed...and prayed. They knew I would be okay, because they had applied the Token over me. They began praying that the Lord would provide the perfect time and place to be able to talk to me.
In March of 2003, on a Tuesday, I lost my debit card. I searched everywhere for it. I covered every inch of my car, searched my coat pockets, my purse, and my room. But nothing came up. I was so distraught over it. The next evening, we were sitting in church, and all I could think of was that card. After church, my mom drove with me to the gas station and gave me her card to pay for the gas. I paid for the gas, then opened the car door and handed the card back to my mom. I filled the car and started to get back in. Before I could sit down, my mom reminded me to get the receipt. I ran back to the pump, crumpled up the receipt in my hand, and handed it to my mom. Upon handing it to her, she felt something hard underneath. Turning the receipt over, she found my card! My mom said, "Why did you just give me your card?" I said, "I didn't, that's yours." It wasn't, though. Her card was in her right hand, and mine was in her left. The card numbers on the receipt were hers.
Jesus was sitting in my back seat that night, and in-between the time that the receipt went from my hand to my moms, he placed my card underneath.
In complete shock, I looked at my mom. "Why would God care to do anything like that? I didn't even pray about it", I asked. My mom said that it was because He loved me so much, and He wanted to show me how much He cared for me. That night, I told my parents all that I had done, confessed my sins to the Lord, and promised Him that I would change. From that time, my life has been for Him. The Lord has been so wonderful and has filled my life with many blessings. I never cease to thank Him for saving me, and for showing His love over and over again.