In one of the bible studies I am doing, the goal is to put my Testimony of Christ in my life into words.

TESTIMONY: evidence given in court: evidence that a witness gives to a court of law.
proof: something that supports a fact or a claim


Mine is not a testimony that took place suddenly, I did not sit on a mountaintop and have GOD suddenly reveal HIMSELF to me. It was not a "hallelujah" moment in time that rocked my world. But it is a lesson in patience, diligence, a long time coming...all this on God's part, not mine. For He sought me but I did not always recognize it.

I do not recall the first time I went to church, for my parents did not go. My mother was raised in the Church of England, my father in a family that did not go to church, but always had faith in God. God was not a subject we talked much of, just an understanding that HE was with us.

I remember going to school as a young child in England where each morning we would have Chapel before school started. I loved Wednesdays best as the kids got to pick the hymms that were sang. Two that always seemed to be picked Onward Christian Soldiers and All Things Bright and Beautiful.

From England we moved to Arizona. There was a church not far from us that I went to. I recall Vacation Bible School there, I recall being excited to attend church.

In Texas, another church. A bus would come and pick us up on Sundays.
Michigan, a Pastor's daughter befriended me there, again church was the norm.

Each step of my life up to this point, God always put someone in my life that would guide me to learn of HIM and HIS word.

As a teen we lived in England again, but this time, there was no church nearby...and my life reflected that. It was not that I turned away from God so much as I was lost without HIM and made decisions accordingly. God has taught us that we need to guard our hearts and minds, but I failed dearly here, as I had no mature Christians to guide me, and to many ungodly influences around me. I found myself trying to fill the void with people who were stationed with us, not one of them were Christian.

The void was ultimately 7 years of wandering through this desert of a world. My self esteem was nil, because I did not fit with people in this world. In retrospect, it was God stopping me from being comfortable for it is written, we are in the world not of the world. I am now grateful for the fact that I never fit in. Again in retrospect, God was showing me how to lean on HIM and HIM alone, (even tho' I did not always do that), HE used this time that I have now learned that HE is all I need, He is my Everything.

Since coming here, to Montana, God has granted me forgiveness for this time of backsliding, he has blessed me with a husband, my dau, and my grandchildren, He has taken care of all my needs to overflowing.

As I look back over my life (so far) I can see where each step of the way HE was with me even tho' I did not comprehend it at the time. He has guarded me from dangers, He kept me from delving to deep into things I had no business in.

Today, I still struggle to know HIM. I have a passion for knowing HIM more and more. I cannot get enough of HIM. I pray that HE will keep this hunger in me.


Thank you Father, for your patience, for your diligence in my life as you pursued me. Thank you for not turning your back on me, but for being there for me in the valleys of my life as I walk to the next part of the journey in this life you have set before me. May I remember to always bring Glory to you, for without you, I can do nothing.