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When My Daughter's Life Changed

I am so enjoying hearing the stories from You Can Trust God to Write Your Story.  The Lord is encouraging my heart through them and I am grateful.

Six years ago  we had a baby in the womb who we found out died in the womb at 16 weeks, his name was Justus. Fast forward a year and we were pregnant again. at the 5 month ultra sound we found out our baby girl would not live to see the light as she had trisomy 13.  Of course we carried her full term and she died 20 minutes before her delivery. In the meantime grieving and caring for our 4 other children. At the time they were 14, 12, 4, and 3 years old. 
Our 2nd oldest daughter named Rylee came out of her room, 2 weeks to the day after our baby girl was delivered and announced she hated God and wanted nothing to do with him.(she was a proclaiming believer before Mercy was born) Long story short we have been through years self harm, suicide attempts, alcohol and drug abuse. We sent her to a boarding school so we could get a break and try to heal as a family and continue to pursue our other childrens hearts.
After 18months at boarding school she was worse than ever.  She attempted to take her life with a bottle of Oxy's and a full bottle of Tylenol.. she was rushed to the ICU for a liver transplant ...but  the morning before she was to be 1st of the national liver transplant list...the Lord healed her through the laying on of hands of our pastors...she was 17.  Fast forward through another difficult year of her rebellion at home and she turned 18. she came home drunk and high and we again told her she couldn't live at home and do those things... since then she left to live in Florida's drug invested gang invested streets. 
She is addicted to the needle and is living homeless on those scary and dangerous streets overrun by Satan himself.  Through all this we have maintained a relationship with her as the Lord has taught us to love unconditionally. She still calls us to talk(when she can find a phone to use)...this is grace from the Lord.
 He has been teaching us to love unconditionally and with a heart for other parents who have gone through this or are just starting this journey . We are still trusting and holding onto the Lord...OR more like He is holding onto we don't know the outcome.  She has been close to death more times than we can count or even know at this stage.... and yet He has remained faithful as He is stripping us of all dependence on earthly means or earthly strength to help our daughter.  I daily battle fear. I daily battle trust in our sovereign Lord.
So many more details could be shared and people are compelled by our story and our faith.... all I know to say is God is faithful...It is all His strength and His love compels us to keep going.

Thank you so much for your faithful  ministry.

— Karie

A Thousand Reasons Why

I married the “one whom my heart loves” shortly after Christ won my heart. 1 1/2 years later, we learned we were pregnant with our first child. I was on cloud 9!! I was reveling in all of God’s blessings when one morning I awoke to a strange feeling. Hours later I was in the ER, leaking amniotic fluid, and going into pre-term labor at 22 weeks! But this is just the beginning of the story! After 6 weeks on bed rest in the hospital, I gave birth to our son, Paxton. And for the next 9 1/2 months, we battled with surgeries, rotating Doctor Teams, respiratory issues, moving from NICU to PICU, insurance issues, and everything else in between. On Nov. 9th, 1999, the Lord called Paxton home.

Over the last 20 years, God has shown me bit by bit how He is working the loss of our son for good. God has put it on my heart to write my story, and share all that I’ve learned from leaning on the One who cares for me. I hope to have it published in time for a Christmas 2020 release.

My prayer is that it will give hope to someone who has gone through a similar situation and praise and glory to the One Who carried me through!

— Julee Wilson

Testimony of Restoration

This was by far the most difficult journey. To me it was an unasked trial. Nevertheless, it was assigned to me.

For many years, The Lord God who is all-powerful, was preparing my heart to face this test. I was about to enter into a season of great tumult, due to betrayal from my husband’s adulterous lifestyle. In time past, I have been hurt by others before. Never was I aware of such depths of pain and agony.
Many sleepless nights, tears flowing uncontrollably, trembling at the site and sound of my husband calling out the name of another woman.
In the beginning of my marriage, I often felt distance in the relationship. So, I will check his pulse and relayed my suspicion but he will always denied my dreams and feelings of betrayal.

Jason was selfish in many ways. After I discovered there were 12 years of infidelity, my heart was broken and I needed to be made whole again. I knew that perfect love cast out all fear. I knew I had the favor of God for a lifetime. God desire was to give me joy. Therefore, I must go through my season of the pain and lamenting before the morning of joy arrives.

Well after a series of work which we talk candidly about in our written account “From Brokenness to Wholeness” we are stronger today than we were back then. It’s been almost four years since we renewed and restored our marriage covenant.

As a one-flesh couple, we now minister to others with confidence. God has really turned out trial into a triumphant testimony.

— Tinasha & Jason Gray

Renovated and Revealed

My story may not be one of those that the world would see as remarkable but I do and to God be the Glory!

My husband and I have been remarried to one another for 23 years. We were married for 13 years the first time and separated and divorced for almost 5 years in-between. Only God could have created the circumstances that restored our marriage. Restored really doesn’t describe it accurately . . . resurrected from the dead is more appropriate.

We were married young and hadn’t considered the covenant we were making, neither of us had an intimate relationship with the Lord. Neither of us witnessed our families dealing with conflict in a constructive manner, we didn’t have the foundation or the tools to sustain a marriage. Our different personalities dealt with conflict one by denial the other building walls.

After a child and 13 years of what felt to me as two people just going through the motions and playing roles, I couldn’t live like that anymore. Our son was 10 at the time I made the decision to leave. We lived next door to my in laws, another piece that complicated our relationship. I thought it best for our son to live with his father in an effort to minimize the inevitable fallout of having divorced parents.

In order to support myself I needed to work 2 jobs which left little time to spend with our son. I bought a new condominium thinking that would make me feel accomplished and liberated. I wanted to prove myself . . . that I was strong and self-sufficient but in hindsight, just selfish!

While I was living my dream, my husband was desperate to reconcile. My heart had hardened towards him. I had convinced myself he was the reason I was miserable. I knew that we were not right for one another from the beginning. We were a mistake and I would choose wiser next time.

Our son started going to a youth group and church with his friend and my husband wanted to be sure it ”wasn’t a cult” and so he went with him. God does draw us in mysterious ways!

His heart was ready to receive Jesus and he started on a path to stand for our marriage whether I came back or not. He understood we made a covenant with God when we first took our vows. We made a promise to God ”til death do us part”! His efforts fell flat, I didn’t want to give him false hope but he was relentless.

For at least 2 1/2 years he remained my friend and pursued me even when he didn’t get the response he had hoped for. God created circumstances that caused me to depend on him when no one else would be. To drive me to doctors' appointments for reconstructive knee surgery and to help me when I was non-weight bearing and on crutches for 8 weeks. When my furnace went out or I ran out of gas or had a flat tire, he was the one who always came to my rescue.

As I said earlier, I had to work 2 jobs, one of them 3 to 11. I missed our son so much I would stop by the house after work just to see him sleeping. My husband knew I wasn’t eating well so he would leave a note that a plate was in the frig for me to warmup if I was hungry. He confessed later he would lay in bed waiting for my headlights to come down the street at a certain time. If he didn’t see them before midnight he knew I wasn’t coming.

That is love, the love I had longed for but I was too preoccupied to even notice. There were times I was so exhausted I would fall asleep next to him but I had to be sure he knew it meant ”nothing”!

During our time apart we both pursued other relationships but he ended that when he started to stand for us . . . I did not. I allowed someone into my life, an alcoholic I ”needed to rescue”. He lied and manipulated me and I allowed him to drag me into a reckless pattern of living that was previously foreign to me. It wasn’t a sexually intimate relationship but he made me believe he needed me to survive. I watched him loose everything which finally led to another DUI and he would need to serve time in prison.

The breaking point came when returning home in the morning after falling asleep at my husband’s. I found my friends car parked horizontally across two parking spaces in front of my house. He was laying in the back seat with vomit on his face and I couldn’t wake him . . . I thought he was dead! For those moments before he became coherent . . . my world felt like it was crashing in on me.

All that I had worked so hard for no longer no longer held meaning. The ordeal made me late for work that morning but as I was driving, tears pouring out, God made it clear to my spirit that if I would go back to my husband, HE would give me the desires of my heart. If I chose not to, this would be the path my life would take.

I knew what I had to do, I chose obedience, I came to the end of myself. The next day I asked my husband if he would marry me again . . . albeit surprised, he said YES!

The point of this story is to give hope to those whose marriages ”feel” dead, God can and will resurrect it if even one keeps their promise to stand. God always keeps His covenant. Our second marriage is thriving only because our intimate relationship with Jesus is the most important thing to us. He taught us how to love one another better. We have to do the work but our relationship is far more important than having the last word. We know what we’ve been given and WHO gave it to us. We are a miracle, to God be the Glory!


— Cheryl

Nothing Is Impossible to Almighty God

I have always believed that my Father God can do anything, that nothing is impossible to Him. I surrendered my life to Jesus in my teens and I have tried to follow Him and believe in His faithfulness. I look back now on all my many failed relationships and the pain of broken heart. When I think of that pain I feel as if a knife is thrust into my stomach. My life now as I go forward surrendering daily my life of service to God. I work in a Christian assisted living home as their cook. I enjoy the fellowship and reading the Bible to the old ladies!

— Lisa Wong Sang

Mine His and Ours

From the beginning, my husband Delbert and I had so much in common. Our phone numbers are so similar, all 4 parents names are almost the same. The first two years of marriage made in heaven. The next 5 years spent was hell. After that we became aware that Jesus had always been in our lives. 2020 hindsight.

It has been 46 yrs of marriage. We've come a long ways in Christ. So many great testimonies to be shared of finding love, faith, belief, all thru the grace of God. It's a story of adventure, love, hate, fear, danger, money management, marriage, affairs, children, abuse, anger, hurt, disappointments, cancer, work. We own our business. Rather it belongs to The Lord. I could write a big book—believe it would be a bestseller.

— Shirley

GOD Is with Her

I'm a recent widow. I buried my husband of 30 years in May of 2018 of a sudden heart attack at 56 years old. My dad who lives with me was still in the hospital from 2 weeks earlier after a major heart attack and open heart surgery—5 bypasses and 2 valve replacements. I was with my dad's cardiologist when I received the call about my husband.

My children and I were devastated. We had just enjoyed a perfect weekend at the Rays game and dinner on the Sarasota Bay.

The months that followed were very dark and unbearable. I was suicidal and stayed in the bed for weeks. I just didn’t want to be here. Just 6 months earlier I was in the hospital with a 10 hour heart procedure that didn’t go well. I had an allergic reaction to the fentanyl and they ordered a flush. Then I developed pneumonia a couple days later and my husband had to sign papers to put me on life support. I eventually got better, then my husband died instead, 6 months later.

At 14 years old I was ejected out of a car and was in a coma for 3 weeks with a crushed pelvis, hips, femur, knees, internal bleeding, ruptured bladder. I was 6 months in the hospital and weighing only 72 lbs by only GODs grace I came home in a reclining wheel chair. 25 surgeries later , metal in both legs , heart condition and only one kidney, I’m currently perfectly healthy .

Even after building 2 multi million dollar companies ( 1 construction , 1 coal company ), private jets , mega mansions and all the trappings that went with it . Then came foreclosures , bankruptcies, tax liens when the coal industry imploded .

Through it all GOD has been right there with me . I’ve learned to trust him even when I can’t trace him . He can give you the world and show you His power . Then He can remove it so you’ll see all you really need is him. I’ve learned to be just as happy in the back of a bus as I am in the front of our Bentley. I’ve learned to hold all blessings with an open palm and not a clinched fist.

He promises me beauty for my ashes even though I have a whole mountain of them. He’s healing me from the inside out. GOD is good and he is faithful. Through all my trials I have grown to trust His plan even though it includes my broken heart and body. I will use my pain as a platform to help others. He has worked many miracles in my life and continues to work miracles daily, you just have to chose to see them.
Forever His ,
Yvonne K Scarborough
GOD is with her

— Yvonne

God's Prevailing Purposes in my Profound Plight

My story, truly, is not about me. Rather, it is a testimony to God's extraordinary grace and sovereign plans to "unite all things in Christ"— for our good and His glory. I've been aware of his hand on my life from a very young age, even during the decades I spent trying to wriggle out from under that weight. To save words and space:
* Oldest daughter of a Baptist pastor
* Drawn to the Bible early on; literally slept with it as a child
* Public persona of conservative, religious, intelligent, successful
* Professed faith at 9; baptized by my father
* Sexually (and secretly) active at 16
* By 28; married with 1 child; divorced; three additional pregnancies with 3 other men; 2 abortions, one miscarriage
(again, all hidden from family)
* Spent nearly 10 years in lesbian relationships; ironically was "spiritual counselor" to LGBT community during that time
* Interspersed with all this were periods of serious Bible study and church activity; actually leading a singles ministry in Baptist church, teaching church and home-based Bible studies; sincerely believing what I read and studied but desperate to see it worked out in my own life and the life of others; "there's got to be more" was the cry of my heart
* In that desperation, went searching for that "more"—full blown participation in New Age thought (influenced by Shirley MacLaine books) for 2 years until some speaker told me to repeat that "I am God." I walked out and never looked back.
* Returned to church, tried harder—explored charismatic practices, listened to multiple speakers, read numerous books—some "felt" right, some didn't
* Experienced "shunning" from Baptist church when staff learned of my lesbian past (repented of and abandoned two years prior)
(This is getting too long - going to skip ahead and summarize)

** I do not know when I was truly regenerated, I cannot point to an "aha" moment when I knew I was genuinely and truly made a new creature in Christ. I know that it happened. It wasn't an emotional moment. God used the power of his Word and His Spirit.

There came a point in time when I chose to believe Him. I say "I chose" because He sovereignly, in His grace and love, chose me in eternity past and brought me to new life in Christ. And I know that God has redeemed all those years and experiences.

I bear consequences of those sins. My only son has had nothing to do with me or his extended family for 10 years; including his daughter, who now lives near me with her husband and 2 children, whom he has never seen. As long as I breathe, I will continue to pray that I see him at the Throne. But my life is full of purpose and joy and peace. His purpose and his joy and his peace.

* Almost five years ago, I nearly died from complications from surgery; five months in three hospitals and a rehab center, on ventilator for 7 weeks, not expected to recover fully. "But God." God fully restored me, even enabling me to return to my job as Business Administrator at my church (leaders had protected my position, doing the work themselves, praying for my recovery and return — a miracle in itself)
* Now 72, I still work - lead a Life Group, teach, speak, write
* Am considered a passionate, radical, prayer-warrior, sold-out follower of Jesus Christ, because I am.

Philippians 3:10 has long been the prayer of my life and Revive Our Hearts and Nancy's many books and studies have long been one of the primary influences on my life, greatly used by the King to educate, encourage and exhort.

The banner that flies over my life, that guides my teaching and my speaking and my witness, is this:

He is worthy, and He is enough!

— Trish