[Dr. Doom]

mine sounds pretty weak compared to most of yours but here goes:

ok about the 7th grade i suddenly thought "what if hell is real? what if i go there because i am not down with this Christ guy? that would suck. ALOT!" so i started praying about that.. it was immature selfish praying but at least i was finally talking to my Daddy, even if i didn't really know it. i started going to the youth group at my church the new youth director was one of the coolest guys ANYONE in the church ahd met. he really reached out to mea nd asked me to go rock climing and such. several times whether at retreats or what have you i gave my life to Christ. or so i thought. really i had jsut been swept up in the powerful emotions of it all. to make it worse, this youth director kinda had become my crutch. well, he got called to another church. when he had left i thought to myself "wow is this real? he is gone and i don't really feel Christ in me or anything. the first trip we had in the summer with him gone was down to South Padre Island to a retreat called Fun In The Sun. on the last night there was a dance. i did not want to go to the dance. i decided to stay in my room and watch tv. after half an hour i decided to go out on the hotel balcony that over looked the ocean. it was about 9:00PM. i just started to have a REAL conversation with God. i forget exactly what we talked about but i remember just questioning and questioning. as i was praying i just started singing and singing. i was high above everyone and totally alone with God. i sang as loud as i could. at that moment i fell in love with Jesus. i mean head over heals. after about two hours i went back inside. evidently all my friends had come back to our room and were inside watching tv and had been there for about 45 minutes. taht doesn't ahve much to do with the story i jsut included them for some reason.:klol:

Hey this is JesusFreek (I was lazy and lost my password so i just signed in as this) AWESOME testiomny. See I live Now in non-Christian home...My father is like Anti-Christ. or whatever you wanna call it. So well I could use prayer for MY walk with God while living in this home. Your Testimony is so touching to me. God Bless. ><>Theresa<>< (Jesusfreek)

I was saved in Febuary (is that how you spell it). It was at a Deep End at our school. I had been to the youth group that hosted Deep End, which is Emmanuel Assembly, so I knew what Deep End was about. I had gone to youth group in and out between 2000-2001 school year. I had never been saved, so I personally got bored after awhile. I never knew Jesus, so I didn't know what I was missing. Besides, at the time I was convinced my destructive life was what I wanted. I was skipping classes days at a time (a total of about 95 periods in the 2nd term alone). I didn't care if I passed, I didn't care if I got caught, and I didn't care who I had to hurt (physically or emotionally) to make sure things went the way I wanted. This phase seemed to tone down a bit at the beginning of this year. Although I'm not entirely proud, I've only skipped twice this entire year so far, and I've had excellent marks this year. During November I started going to youth group again because my friend Brittany told me she'd been saved. I wanted to support her because I know that it's good being close to God, despite the fact I wasn't. In Febuary of this year, like last year, I had a semi-breakdown. Last year I lost control and hurt someone very bad. This year, I attempted to take my life, or at least make myself horribly sick. I had a bottle of Tylenol in my locker, and there were only 15 left because my back had been sore for weeks. Anyway, I had also been on a medication called Accutane which helps clear acne. Accutane has one horrible side effect. Accutane, as many of you may or may not know, can make you depressed. Some people have even taken their lives because of a depression of unknown cause. I was feeling really depressed one day so I went to my locker, and saw the Tylenol sitting there. I figured 15 wasn't good enough to kill me instantly, but maybe it would burn my stomach until it bled. Anyway, to make this part short, it didn't do any damage except for make me really sick. I got saved at a Deep End during that week. I had been feeling bad for other reasons that the pills. I felt my family didn't love me, and that I was being abandoned. I was at Deep End and Pastor Derek was talking about how Jesus was our family no matter what. That He loves us all no matter what. Pastor Derek asked that anyone who felt alone raise their hands, and I did. He told us more about how much Jesus loves us, and I collapsed crying. For the longest time I wanted to hear that someone loves me, and here it was. Another youth leader, Brett, saw me and asked if I had ever been saved. I thought about it and realised I hadn't. Despite the fact I'd gone in and out of youth group, I had never been saved. I told him no, and he asked me if I would like to be saved. I said yes. That night all the emotion garbage I had been holding on to for such a long time left me. I felt so completely lifted. I felt Jesus all through me. I don't know if there is a word in any language to say how great it felt. I have been going to youth group ever since Febuary with no intentions of leaving again. I went to a youth convention during May long weekend, which brought me even closer to Jesus. God has done so many things in my life since then. So many wonderful things. I know that although I'm saved, I have a long way to go, but I also know that I'm no longer alone. In fact, I was never alone, I was just facing the wrong way. Thank you God for sending those people who have helped me into my life. I feel great, and I have a passion for you Lord Jesus. God Bless you all!
-B

[Ardent1]

My testimony...from Lukewarm to On Fire!

[garrettgilkey]

My testimony is like many others. i grew up in a christian home and went to church all my life. when i was in the 4th grade i went to a revival meeting and I decided I wanted to get saved ( note it was all I the holy spirit of God was not involved) so i went down and "said the prayer"

Let me take this opportunity to say something.what happened to me in that experience was easy belivism. i was never saved. the holy spirit didnt draw me to get saved i just diceded it sounded like a good thing to do (no one wants to go to hell) i am very afraid that is what many of u may have called salvation. salvation can not be done on your own terms! God calls u to him, God gives u faith and trust to believe on him. there is no prayer in the world that can save u unless the holy spirit is involved. YOU JUST DONT DECIDED ONE DAY TO DO BETTER!

Anyhow, back to my testimony. When i was in the 7th grade i felt God drawing me to him. God was telling me i was lost. So durning a revival meeting i went down front and talked to a man in the church. Once down there he talked me out of getting saved. He told me that he thought the experince i had back when i was younger was for real. So he told me i needed to rededicate my life (VERY DANGOURUS!!) so i did what he said, i went in front of the church and announced that i rededicated my life to God, WHEN IN ACTUALITY ALL I DID WAS REJECT GODS CALL ONCE MORE.

Let me once again take this opportunity to explain something, i think that a lot of times so called "Christians" aren't really christians at all. They are still as lost as when they said that meaningless prayer. Then they feel the spirit of God telling them that they are lost. SATAN TAKES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO GET U TO JUST REDEDICATE YOUR LIFE WHEN U SHOULD ACTUALLY BE GETTING SAVED!!! IF U FEEL GOD TELLING U THAT U ARE LOST... U ARE LOST!! HIS SPIRIT BEARS WITNESS WITH OURS (ROMANS 8) WHEN WE GET SAVED, A PERSON THAT IS SAVED KNOWS THEY ARE SAVED!! IF U DONT KNOW IF U ARE HEADED TOWARDS HEAVEN OR HELL CHANCES ARE U ARE HEADED STRAIGHT FOR HELL!.

now back to me, this feb. i went to a camp meeting in Lenore North Carolina. God revealed to me the first night i was there that i was lost. (BEFORE U GET SAVED U HAVE TO REALIZE U ARE A SINNER SEPERATED FROM GOD AND U ARE GOING TO HELL, U HAVE TO GET LOST TO GET SAVED) the next night the preacher (Bro Baggwell) preached on Jesus's blood and how it was sufficent enough to please God for our sins. and how we cant get to heaven by trying to do things ourselves. I really felt the spirit of God moving me to get saved, so as soon as the invitatoin came i went down to the front, i REPENTED of my sins and TRUSTED on the finished work of Jesus on the cross. Everything seemed so real. Now i am saved and have never dobted it once!
i know some day i will be with him eternaly in heaven. ARE YOU???


IF U HAVE ANY QUESTIONS PLEASE EMAIL ME AT jumpin4jesus4ever@hotmail.com

[GodBoy809]

Well, Heres some background before my testimony. I have not, and do not live in a christian household. In fact i never heard anything about God or Jesus until i was 6.

ok My testimony. Last year one of my closest friends was telling my about how awesome his life was since he gave his life to Christ, at the time i thought he was a idiot. He constantly tried to get me to come to church, but i refused. Then around nov. last year he and another friend of mine talked me into coming to church. So i went a couple of times, and I said and thought in my head I changed. That was my first misstake, i only thought something had happened, instead of it being real i was just fooling myself. So after going there a while this event was coming up called Aquire the Fire, its a large christian event where guess speakers and preachers come and talk about christ and they have bands that play there too. Since most of my friends were going i decided to go to. The first night there, one of the preachers there ask people to come and pray around the stage, he was talking about how important accepting God is and how important it is that we repent from out sins. I really did not want to go down there, but something inside me was telling me to go. It was as if my heart was saying go pray, but in my mind i didnt want too. So i got up the nerve and went down to pray, while i was down there i realized that the feeling in my heart that was telling me to go pray was God, so it was then and there that i accepted God into my life, and got saved. I can't thank God enough for coming into my life and getting me out of the grasp satan had on my life. I've been going strong since.

Please Help me by keeping my family in your prayers that they may come and see the glory of God, and come out of their lost state. Thank You and God Bless!

[Tracy]

This is rather long and probably confusing, but oh well, I couldn't think of any way to simplify it... Hope ya enjoy it.

I'm never quite sure how to present my testimony; hard as I try, I can't pinpoint the day or week or even month I found new life in Christ. All I know is that after being dragged along through an empty Catholic upbringing, rebelling and dabbling in Wicca, things started to change. At first it was the slow, subtle change that generally comes with growing up, but it didn't last that way forever. With time, the changes came faster, and I became aware of a truth that I did not want to accept.

January of the year 2001 found me somewhat bitterly seeking out the most liberal church I could find in the area. Whit, my boyfriend at the time, was a Christian, and he had urged me to give God a chance. I was rather obsessed with him at the time, so I decided to listen to him. Beneath the bitterness, I felt drawn to this God that Whit seemed to hold so highly, but I shoved the feeling down and dismissed it. My search brought me to the local United Church, which I attended that Sunday. The beginning lines of the ending hymn that week ("To show by touch and word devotion to the earth, to hold in full regard all life that comes to birth.") appealed to my pagan world view. Because of this, I figured that I would keep attending this church, since it would make Whit happy. Through the coming months I went to church almost every week, and though I would never have admitted it at the time, hearing God's Word even as filtered as I now realize it was had an impact on me. Later on, I decided to start calling myself a Christian, and although I put aside my Wiccan faith, I was still as lost as ever. My head told me I was safe, that I was a Christian and besides, God was loving and would never let anyone go to Hell, but I knew in my heart that I wasn't really a Christian, that I didn't really know God. I felt drawn to Him more strongly than before, but, stubborn as ever I did my best to shrug the feelings off and continue living my life as if everything was in place.

This continued until that June, when Whit returned from a church retreat to find me depressed. (I had suffered from depression for about a year at that point, and although it let up from time to time, it was steadily worsening.) He started berating me for it with a surprising amount of hate considering that he claimed he was focused on God after the retreat, saying that I didn't trust God (which was true, although his method of stating this was hardly convincing) and "left me." Ridiculously, the next afternoon we were together again, but he never did apologize for the way he had spoken that night, saying that he said it because of how close he was to God at the time. I had been horribly confused up to that point, but this was the straw that broke the back of my "faith." I had looked up to Whit as an example of a good Christian, so my reaction to this was to be disgusted with God. At the time, it didn't occur to me that Whit may simply have misunderstood the source of his outburst, so I foolishly held it against God. I sporadically claimed to be a Christian throughout the rest of the summer, though I don't know why now and I don't think I did then, either. Between relationship problems with Whit and my depression, that summer left my mind and heart torn apart beyond recognition. I still felt drawn to God, a feeling that grew by the day, but I ignored it. I didn't want to accept the truth, for no other reason than that it didn't appeal to my mind.

September found me attending a new school, and returning to life with a sudden, vigorous fury. I eased my way through blindingly easy courses and navigating the intricacies of new friendships, thinking myself restored. In retrospect, chances are either I was hypomanic or absorbed so completely in selfish pride that I actually enjoyed it. Then there were the terrorist attacks of September 11th.

Unlike what would appear to be the case with many others, I wasn't immediately shaken from my pedestal by the events of that day. Once again, Whit played a role in the progression of my faith. He logged on late that evening, rambled something about Biblical prophesy being fulfilled, and pretty much left me hanging. I normally would have dismissed it as a mere panic response, but something about what he said intrigued me, so, while I dug through news site after news site looking for answers as to what was going on, I dug through the book of Revelation looking for answers of an entirely different sort. I didn't understand a word of it, but somehow I heard of the Left Behind book series and read through those until the fifth book, when I tired of the writing style. This sparked an interest in Christianity for me, and between then and the beginning of 2002, I began to see the gospel in a new light. No longer was it a tired old fairy tale recited by people who accepted it only because they had known no other way, but it was Truth. All the same, I still can't figure out when I truly trusted Jesus as my Lord and Saviour. Sure, I "prayed the prayer" in late November, but I was fairly far from sincere about it. Still, God was working in my life, and I was slowly becoming aware of that fact.

My depression returned with a vengeance in December, and things became progressively worse. Whit left me after a particularly bad week in early February, and I started seeing a guidance counselor. By trusting in God and Him alone, I managed to get through the first week after that, but all too soon I lost my focus. Bit by bit I sunk into an unrelenting agony that never seemed to let up. It clouded my mind, and directed each of my thoughts towards death. My outlook was unbelievably morbid. With Whit gone, I also didn't know any Christians, and I prayed to find a youth group I could belong in. (I wasn't aware that any existed in the area.) In early March my mom told me about the youth group at the local Pentecostal Church, and I decided to give it a try. After my first visit I decided to keep coming, through the fog of depression I was elated to be able to meet with those who shared my faith. As I met people I trusted enough to tell about my depression, their comfort helped somewhat, even though I secretly suspected they really didn't care. Nonetheless, it was a very difficult several months to live through, especially since my mind was so distorted I could never be sure what I really believed or cared about.

In May I went to a weekend-long convention in Lennoxville. While I certainly didn't have the time of my life there, to say the least, I certainly learned a valuable lesson. At the time I was on Paxil, which only worsened my depression. Even though I was only on it for two weeks, I started hearing things, my thoughts were jumbled beyond any semblance of clarity, and all I wanted to do was kill myself. Indeed, I tried three times over the weekend, all three failing pathetically. Oddly enough, my mood would swing between a peaceful joy during worship services, to a suicidal despair whenever I walked out that door and let my focus slip.
Sitting in evening service back at church, as they asked for youth testimonies of the retreat, I suddenly felt like God wanted me to go up there. I was completely bewildered at this, wondering what I could possibly have to say about my weekend that wouldn't be melancholic. Then something that a friend had said to me popped into my mind; he had said that he didn't quite understand why I was in so much pain, he'd seen me during the worship services and saw that I looked so obviously joyful then. The realization came to me that I needed to focus on God all of the time, not just during services. The story doesn't end there; I pretty much disregarded what I'd learnt, and, I'll admit, I still do struggle with maintaining my focus.

A couple of weeks later, I was invited to come along to the weekly youth prayer meeting, as a friend thought it might help if I had people praying for me. I was pretty skeptical, but went along with it anyways. The prayer meeting and everyone praying for me went by with little fanfare, and I left as unconvinced as ever, yet I woke up the next morning with my mind cleared, and the pain gone, and it's been that way ever since, even in moments when I've (groundlessly) doubted it. I'm not sure why God chose those exact circumstances to heal me, but I'm grateful that He has. I used to wonder why God would let me go through what I have, but because He's brought me out of it my faith is a good deal more solid than it ever would have been otherwise. Indeed, He does cause all things to work together for good to those that love Him! (Romans 8:28)

[JCfreak3]

Ok I'm not gonna go deep. I was 7 years old when my mom gave her life to Christ after many years of alcoholism. I saw the change and wanted it too. I asked Jesus into my life at age of 7 and he has given me more than I have asked for. I had to deal with satan in school though. He was in almost all my school mates. I now go to a Christian School but now I see the devil in my neighbors homes and in their lives. All I can do is pray. I want my whole family to be a Christian but still all I can do is pray. I want to meet my old school mates and say I have a new life how has yours changed and help them to give their lives to Christ.

Liv

[Shakespeare]

I'll try to be brief

I have grown in a somewhat Christian home, but with normal, flawed people like everyone else. I though my family was perfect and that by going to church and having my Christian family meant I was saved. Then my dad keept moving in and moving out, finely they seperated and we moved to Pheonix, there I spent two yrs pretending everything was fine, but then I still depended on my childhood God. At 13 yrs old my faimily was back together, and everything was peach right? Wrong. I developed Clinical Depression and I was a total mess, I wanted to just end my life, throw it away, I couldn't handle the pain. But then God intervened, showed me He was the only life in this one and the next and gave me something I didn't know too well: Hope, Joy and Peace. When I was confused and wandered what I was livving for, Jesus showed me how I can make life count, for Him, by living IN Him. Life is hard, but God is faithfull!!!!:kgrin:
Thanks for listening!

Shakespeare

[anjul4him]

My Testomony:

It was this summer, in a Rusian Bible Camp in St. Louise. I knew that on Thursday was going to be a special service that called us up to accept Christ. I was Christian, and didnt think i would need it. During the service, people were slowly going up the aisles, and i just sat there. I could not move. God was tuging at my heart, but i wouldnt. it scared me. then i started to cry. but indtead of going up the aisle, i turned the other way. :ksad: you must think i am crazy. I ran to a bathroom, and closed myself in a stall, and just sat there crying. crying and praying to God. I thank God that i didnt go up, but went down to the bathrooms. It gave me a little privacy. i stayed in the bathroom for a long time, then went out to listen to the rest of the wonderful sermon.

jesusfreek, i will be praying for you, and so will the rest of us. :kyep:

[superbwoman]

I got baptized into my church last June...wow, what an experience! I've included the testimony I shared in church. I hope it encourages some of you! I havn't had a very hard life, but maybe that's what's so hard about it! Here it is:

Hi, my name is Rachel Penner. I’m in grade 11 at W. C. Miller. I’ve been raised in a Christian home, and taken to Church and Sunday school as long as I can remember. I accepted Christ when I was about 4 at my bedside with my dad. However, my relationship with God didn’t really begin until the middle of grade 7 when I started reading my Bible and doing devotions.
In grade nine I can remember thinking that maybe if Michael was going to this meeting about a mission trip to Mexico I would go just because it sounded interesting. Someone had asked my dad how they could tell whether God wanted them there, and his answer was something to the effect of “God can’t steer a ship that’s not moving.” And so I went. I prayed for God to prepare me in the months before we went, but when the time came, I felt anything but ready. Going was scary because I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t feel good enough to present God to the people there.

At the end of our debriefing in Texas, I asked God what He wanted me to do with my time, with my life. He answered that I should wait on Him. For the moment that answer satisfied me, but I often find it extremely difficult to trust God, that He will lead me where He wants me. Sometimes I have dreams that I want to follow, but I have to keep in mind that what God wants may not be what I want—that I need to adjust my will to His.
In the last few years, I’ve become involved in youth a lot. After Christmas this year, I attended Treasured Foundation. I experienced extreme worship and a huge challenge to follow God with all my heart, so much that I would do anything for the One I love the most. As huge as that challenge seems, I had needed it because I hadn’t felt challenged by anyone for the previous months.
As much as these events have been huge in my Christian walk, the daily grind is the most important. I’ve found myself begging God that He would use me. After a while I realized that the only one stopping Him from using me was me. He wants to use me, if only I’ll be willing to do what He asks me to. I ask for Him to open my eyes, that I might be able to see through His eyes to what His will requires of me.

Sometimes life is a struggle, but I know with assurance that God is with me, and will sustain me, and even use me if I let Him. I know He is with me because He promised to be, and I have claimed that promise. My favourite verse is Philippians 4:6-7: “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God which transcends all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
Sometimes I find myself outrageously busy, partially because I like to take almost all the opportunities presented to me. Colossians 3:17 says, “Whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to the Father through Him.” I’ve realized that it matters more, that whatever I do decide to do, that I should do it with all my heart, and give thanks to God for the ability to do it. That often means not doing some things because then I won’t have enough time to commit to doing my best with other things.

I have a desire to follow God’s lead and be baptized. I would like to become a member of this church and continue worshipping here.

That's it! Love in Christ, Rachel

[jesus_freak_76]

My testimony is on my page: http://citru5cyrus.cjb.net under About C.C., feel free to have a look, gimme a shout if u wanna know more ^^

Cyrus <><

[j_barner2000]

I was raised in a non-christian home. Born in 1966. Delivered newspapers at 8. Smoked cigarettes by the time I was 9. Pot at 10. Abused by my brother and sister. Father left when I was about 3. He was a workaholic, so did not see much of him.
Not rebellious, but left to my own devices from a really young age. Learned fierce independance. Did OK in school, when the class interested me. Had a full time job in a warehouse at 14. Worked much OT. About this time my dad met Christ. He made me come out to visit him every weekend and forced me to go to church. Not interested in another "disinterested father." Couple of years later, I became interested in philosophy and philosophers. A priest near my home gave me a KJV of the Bible. Introduced me to Jesus the greatest Philosopher ever. I was intrigued by the Bible for 2 years. While I was in the Army, I listened to a group who held a reception for soldiers. Hey a free meal and ride into town. all I had to do was listen to some guy tell me how cool God was.

Well, I can't remember the message. All I can remember is that the Holy Spirit grabbed me by the nape and told me this is the moment my youth prepared me for. I was 18 years old, and now, at 36 with a wife (who said she'd never be a preacher's wife) and 3 daughters, God has called me to preach. For the last 4 months I have been serving as Pastoral Intern at my church. I am starting seminary courses in about 2 weeks.

My in-laws started praying for me when my wife was born in 1969. Don't stop praying for lost souls. It took 16 years of daily prayer to get me ready to accept HIS lordship. and now HE says I am ready for the next major step in HIS plan for my life.

LOOK BACK AND SEE HIS HAND IN YOUR LIFE. He will use all of your experiences for HIS glory and to bring others to HIM. You can reach people noone else can.

[Godshope2246]

Okay i might not have enough time to finish this now but i will finish it sometime today I promise (I dislike living at boarding school and having classes on saterday)

Well anyway I did not grow up in a very strong Christian household my parents went to church everyonce and a while but it was a very rare occasion when they did. I remember that about when i was 10 my family pretty much stopped all together I wasn't all that interested in church or anything i didn't want to have anything and i say anything to do with the church. all thoughout middle school i almost failed most of my classes and since my parents knew i had a Learning dissability they decided they needed to find a school which would help me learn. A school full of other people just like me. They sent me to a boarding school in Conneticut called Forman (which i am currently a senior at) It was here where i reallly rebelled i started smoking, I already drank, I slept around with several women, I hated my parents for sending me so far from home where i had to live on my own and just plain was angry. But worst of all this when i started to become an atheist. I made up crazy theries of how man created himself as oppesed to man being created by God. The summer between my freshman and my sophomore year new neighbors moved in next door to me and they had a daughter my age. Well i didn't actually even get teh chance to meet her untill around december becuase my family didn't really ever take the time untill them to invite them over. but they did invite her over and i meet someone who would eventually play a part in changing the way i think. She was gorgeous and i hit on her plain and simple i hit on her. she didn't like that. i didn't talk to her again untill i was home on spring breack and it was then that she invited me to her church. i said that "Church wasn't my thing" but every week she asked again (and for those of you wondering my spring breck is a month long that is why there are multiple weeks) finally I gave in and said why not. I will never forget that sermon in my mind i couldn't stop saying to myself "prove it" i wanted proof so badly i still remember what the sermon was on (child-like faith, and how to become saved) but from that moment on i started looking for my proof. I went back up to school and kept looking i was too blind to see that the proof was all around me. fast forward about 1.5 months there is a half a month left till graduation and i was still looking. I was on the baseball team at this point and we went on a game (2 hour drive to play the team we were playing) On the way back i lost a necklace of mine that i really cherished (remember how i said hated my parents this necklace was one of the few ways i knew that they didn't hate me this was a gift from them) I thought i had lost it on the feild cause i had taken it off in order to play but still i searched the entire bus every square inch. i couldn't find it i searched my bag I searched everywhere for an hour and i couldn't find it. finally i decided that if God wanted to prove to me that he existed and that he loved me he could give me my necklace back. i searched though all my stuff again. didn't find it. and then i just cryed i loved that necklace. 5 minutes away from school my freind tapped me on my shoulder and told me not to give up that i should keep looking and so i did. i searched one last tiem and i didn't even have to search that long when i looked down towards the floor to start my search my necklace was right next to my foot tied up in so many knots and i picked it up so quick and i couldn't get the knots out so i just gripped it as tightly as i could untill i got back to campus when we got back i just ran all the way to my room and i just cryed and prayed for like 3 hours and i felt the hand of God reaching out to me, and that is the shortest version of my testimony it is now my senior year and I am striving to be the best i can while i do stumble everyonce and i while i know that if i keep my eyes on Jesus i know he will help me up.

In his service,
Perry Stephen Vaughan

p.s. wow i actually finished this before class cool :ksmile:

[KATSRUS5]

well well ... i never know we had this here ... just found it today ... but ne ways ... mines here at www.geocities.com/kat_gurlz/mytest ... feel free to check it out ... its kinda long so i didnt feel like puttin it here ... ?!