My Testimony Pt 2

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This is the final part of my testimony focusing on life after healing. Like, Comment and share!

Submitted: May 04, 2018

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It's funny how you think God will stop working after doing something amazing in your life. For example, after I was healed of sexual abuse, God gave me the vision of how that had been the rope on the catapult that held me back. Once that was cut, and I truly started to grow, that's when God really worked in my life. After my salvation, I moved arond like a hot potato, trying to find a place that was both cheap and safe. Often times, I had to choose one or the other. After landing a cheap apartment and settling into the south Everett area, I found out that I was subletting the apartment I was living in. I had a few days to pack my things and find a place to live within a matter of weeks without a car or my folks. It was due to that rush and pressure, that I settled (somewhat) down in a house where I was subletting, but at least everyone knew and I wouldn't get kicked out.  I was devastated because I left a brand new apartment with locking doors and a gated community to live with 2 men I'd never met. But, only $600 and walking distance away from my job, while carless, was a hard deal to pass up, despite the lack of sanitation and legitamcy as I had to pay rent in cash.
By this time, it had been a year since my healing and I lived up being the personality I wanted to have as a child, which was disiplined by abuse. However, I was not living up to what I should do as a WOMAN of God, not just a child of God. During my time at this house, I called it my Summer of Love. I wore bell bottoms, flowers, wrote too many songs on guitar and eventually met other musicians to play with.
Never did I think that this man I was living with, who didn't lead a Godly life, and was not saved himself would bring me closer to the man God had for me. One evening I met Larry who had come over to show Wade how to see his iPad for music. I was taken aback by his grace, charm, and defintely by his good looks that when he asked me to come play with his temporary band, if you want to call "Psychedelic Sirens" a band. But, we would meet once a week, take back shots and bong hits and show eachother our music. Larry was the only one who really heard my music. Despite being very blunt about God in my lyrics, most of my bandmates didn't adhere to my message. I was smitten that he heard was I was trying to say and for a writer, a survivor, and  a preformer, being heard meant a lot to me.
Two weeks before the gig, I let him know how I felt about him with a beating heart fresh excitement of the beginnings of love for the first time. I remember his smile afterwards and his invitation to join him for a date. From that day on, we've worked together to have a strong relationship with the Lord and with one another. It took us a matter of weeks to declare our love for one another and we've been happily together for 8 months. Never having had a boyfriend, there's been a lot for me to learn and every time I think of God's timing of my healing and His specific circmstances that brought me into this paticular place in time, it astounishes me. 
When I was kicked out of my apartment I didn't understand, when I lived with Wade and simply went through life, I didn't understand, and when I realized I had to grow past my flower child persona that I just re-identified with after 15 years, I didn't understand. But here, now, with hindsight and a deeper understanding of God, I do see why God brought me through those hard times and I'm glad He did, despite my lack of desire to live through it all again. I encorage all those who feel that life is tossing and turning like a storm to turn to Jesus, who can sleep through it while keeping  you safe. 

 


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