He has been with me since I was a child. At first I was afraid because I thought I was (nor could ever be) good enough for our wonderful Jesus. I wanted to wear lipstick and flash my blonde hair around...just a kid. He has saved me from evil by giving me the knowledge to understand that all I have to do is ask Him. He was with me even though I didn't know it sometimes. Like the footprints we all know about. My Mother and Grandmother spoke in toungs. This scared me but I thought it was the most beautiful language I had ever heard. I rejected living like a christain for may years...but He was still there. How do I know....? I could feel his love, his unchanging love and forgiveness for me. He would come in dreams at my Mother's death. He would send demons to my bedside when I was up to no good.
He has been with me though my husband being drunk year-after-year. He has given me love for this man and compassion...only Jesus could provide this kind of forgiveness. My husband almost died last year...suddenly he got a liver transplant. That was nothing less that God's hand and I knew....because He was with me.
He is with me now...my faith is strong. I ask him for forgiveness every time I think of things I've done in my live.
He knows I remain at the foot of the Cross
God Bless You All
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