Hello my name is Whitney Richards; I am 18 years old, I live in London. I have been saved since December 2011 . I truly give God thanks for all that he had done and how he has transformed my life. I still till this day stand amazed at how God can love someone while in their sin and still be willing to change their life. God has transformed me and brought me from a long way.
I was born into a christian family, where both my parents where saved. To me being brought up in church was great I lived a near perfect life. At the age of 14 my parents separated after being married for 18 years. I blamed myself for the separation of my parent as I wasn't the best behalf child; this lead to me becoming suicidal i just wanted to die. A year later I met this guy who I thought I was in love with, i was able to find comfort in him, i believed that he loved me and he was always there for me, not long after i lost my virginity to this guy, he then cheated and left me. I found my self in a place where I hated boys hated my parents and started hating and blaming God.
During this time I had a friend who was going through a similar situation to myself, we was able to comfort each other, give each other advice and help each other in times of need. Before I knew i was caught up in a relationship with this girl. I then started to become accepting to the fact that I was gay, I started to believe that this was the way God made me. Before long i was in a very intense relationship with this girl; changed the way I dressed, the way I acted and even the way I viewed things. I kept this a secret from my family my friends, brothers etc. Being with this girl caused me to stop going to church and i started to build up an even stronger hate for God and Christians. I even started to think that there was anything wrong with being gay and this is how God made me.
September 2011 I got invited to Potter House Wandsworth by a friend of mine Ashley. There was something about the church that caused me to keep coming back. I started feeling convicted felt that having a girl friend was wrong, but I would leave church telling myself that i was going to change but go back to my old ways back to this girl. I wanted to serve God but i felt like i needed this girl to survive.
In December 2011 I started realise that I can't serve two masters and there was a way out; I started to realise that being gay was a form of confusion, and sent form the devil, but however God loves confusion. I felt a love that no one has been able to give me, the love God has for me was much greater than the love my mother and father and even this girl had for me. I began to realise i was not gay and i was made in God's image, he had something greater for me. God loves me, he is able to heal my heart from all the heart that and bring me peace. The road of salvation isn't easy but Jesus can save and change people. THE BIGGEST MIRACLE IVE SEEN IS MY VERY OWN SALVATION.
Hello, My name is Aida Ramos, I live in Texas. I'm a single mother of six children, and I want to give God praise for the miracle of salvation. I got saved in December of 2011, it was the best day of my life. I'm still amazed at how God could love someone as cold and full of hate as me. At a very young age I started hating life when my parents got seperated, it was hard for me to understand why my father didn't love us anymore. I was molested at the age of 14 by a close family member, which hurt me and made me more bitter at life. I started looking for love anywhere I could find it. At age 17 I got married and had my first child, thinking I had found happiness. We had two more children, and I was sure things would work out. When I was 28, I got a phone call informing me that my husband had been electrocuted and died. I was devestated, I rememeber asking God, how can you be so mean to me. Three months later I got married again, this time to a man I hardly knew. It wasn't long before he started abusing me. I felt so bad, because my children were seeing this abuse, but I couldn't stop it. I had three more children with this man. He was eventually sent to prison. The abuse was so bad, he ran me over with a vehicle, by a miracle I survived. I started having thoughts of suicide, and met another man who was in a similar condition to me. This new man was hooked up with gangs and organized crime. I used to help him carry out very evil crimes. We were both caught and ended up in jail, with him getting two life sentences in prison. While in jail, I just kept wondering, how my life ended up like this. I had a sister who was a christian at The Door church, and was praying for me. God answered her prayers and I was released from jail. I used to sit at home tormented in mind because of the things I'd done and seen. I didn't know how to start my life over, so one evening went to church. I wasn't thinking of getting saved, but God met me as I sat listening to the preaching of Pastor Murillo. I answered the altar call, and felt God pouring his love all over me. Jesus was like the perfect man and father I had sought my whole life. I was forgiven, my mind was free, and all those bad thoughts were cleansed. I was blessed with a job at a Christian school, and now my daughter has also accepted Jesus. My daughter was already starting to repeat my old behavior. She hated me so much, but now God has changed everything. I now know that Jesus can save anyone, and fix any life if you'd only believe, and allow him into your heart.
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My name is Omana Foluke, I attend The Potters House in Bristol, England. I was born Patricia Williams, but changed my name when I began following Rastafarianism. I was sucked into it through relationships, thinking it was the right thing for me. I wasn't long before the whole facade began to fade and i saw it for what it was. I started going to Rasta meetings and smoking weed. I lived by a strict rasta diet. I realized after 16 years that it was racist. We would chant songs about the Black Mans Land. The man I was with turned out to be someone who didn't love me, when I was depressed he would encourage me to kill myself, he even spit in my face. There was a time I would run to other men, looking for someone to make me happy. In about ten years, I lost everything. The only place left to go wash to God. I recieved Christ, got baptised in October of 2010. The following month I cut off my Locks, and now I am free in Jesus.