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Andy and Melissa Beshore
Andy and Melissa Beshore
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Melissa's Personal Testimony
Melissa’s Testimony – 11/20/08
I grew up in a family, that some people would consider to be Christian. My Mom, Dad, and two brothers and I occasionally went to church on Sundays when it was convenient and occasionally on holidays. I remember praying before we went to bed, but I never had a true understanding of who God was. I felt bad when I did wrong things which kept me out of a lot of trouble. I would pray to God when I wanted something from Him, but that was about it. We moved a lot as a kid and left Florida, where I was born, to move to Massachusetts, and later to North Carolina. My parents got divorced when I was a preteen and my Mom and brothers and I moved from North Carolina to Florida to get away from my Dad. As a teenager, I got into sexual immorality while attending high school and I later dropped out after only completing the 9th grade and later went on to get my GED in 11th grade. I wasn’t learning anything at the time at school and I knew I needed to get away from those temptations. I felt really convicted about what I was doing.
We started attending a church that we had gone to when I was younger and lived in Florida. It was a very charismatic church and very different from the churches we had gone to in Massachusetts and North Carolina. I started attending the youth group, made some friends, and had a social outlet. I felt convicted of my sins a lot and knew I was into a lot of sin that God wasn’t pleased about. I had gone to the altar at church, several times, but always feared I lost my salvation because of the sins I was still doing, so I kept going back over and over to rededicate my life. I had been fooling around with a boyfriend around that time and had feared I might be pregnant. I was very scared and knew I needed to shape up. One night during youth group, I went outside into the parking light and cried and made a profession of faith in Christ. I asked for forgiveness of my sins and I “asked Jesus into my heart.” I realize now that I was being awakened to my sins and my depraved nature, but I wasn’t truly converted at that time. I was like the thorny ground hearer in Luke 8:14 that says, “Now the ones that fell among thorns are those who, when they have heard, go out and are choked with cares, riches, and pleasures of life and bring no fruit to maturity.”
I broke up with my boyfriend and started attending the church very regularly. I started to pray more, read my Bible more, and stopped doing a lot of things I knew were blatantly wrong. I also got baptized. Shortly after, I started seeing another guy in the church who was very involved in the drama team and who at the time seemed like a Christian simply because he went to church and talked the talk at times. He convinced me to do things I knew were wrong again and I slipped back into sexual immorality and other sins. This deeply troubled me and I broke up with him a few times over it but always went back to him because my emotions were so heavily involved and he always promised me he was going to shape up and get his life right with God. I went on several mission trips with the youth group, was in the drama team, and my boyfriend went with me on a couple of them. I really knew God was telling me to break up with him if I was to ever be right with God, so almost 2 years after our relationship had begun, I broke up with him for good. It took me a long time to get over it and I promised myself I would never do that again.
I started getting into youth group a lot more, became a small group leader, and went on another missions trip. The church was getting more and more charismatic over time and I really felt that God was in it all at the beginning. There were lots of manifestations of people rolling on the ground in fits of laughter, crying hysterically, waving flags and jumping around, praying, yelling at the devil and doing “spiritual warfare” for hours, and lots of other things that started seeming more and more weird and un-Scriptural to me as time went on. At the time, the only options I saw in Christianity were the type of church I was currently going to and Baptists, Methodists, or other denominations that were supposedly legalistic and probably not even saved. There were so many supposed signs and wonders going on at this church and there wasn’t any of that at the other churches, and it was supposed to be because God was really moving in our church. They and I kept looking to the manifestations as proof of someone’s conversion.
Oftentimes when a whole row of people would be “slain in the spirit” I would be the only one left standing. It took a long time after I prayed to speak in tongues, that I finally started doing it. It seemed like there should be more to Christianity than just all this emotionalism I saw all around me. It seemed very shallow and phony. Where were the changed lives? I saw so many people in my youth group who prophesied, spoke in tongues, and seemed so spiritual. Once I hung around them long enough, I found out that they watched evil movies, listened to lots of secular music, some of them were involved in sexual immorality, and lots of other things. I wondered how these people could “seem” so spiritual on the outside, but not appear to be truly saved. It reminded me of the Pharisees in the Bible, where Jesus says in Matthew 23:27-28, “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs which indeed appear beautiful outwardly, but inside are full of dead mean’s bones and all uncleanness. Even so you also outwardly appear righteous to men, but inside you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness.” I knew I was having these problems in my own heart and was a hypocrite as well and knew there must be more to Christianity than what I knew currently. I still had a love for the world, even though I wasn’t doing a lot of the things I used to anymore, my heart still longed for those things. My heart hadn’t really changed.
I didn’t know anything of what being a Biblical woman was all about and I didn’t have any role models either. I kept cutting my hair shorter and shorter and bleaching it over and over. I dressed more and more masculine and didn’t even stop think if I was bringing glory to God by my actions and the way I dressed. All I cared about was being comfortable, and to me, guy clothes were more comfortable. I wasn’t gay, but you would’ve thought so by looking at me. You can read more about my journey to modesty and feminine dress in a previous blog entry by clicking here. I didn’t look like a Christian woman, but rather the contrary. I looked like the type of person that should be witnessed to. I had lots of earrings and even got a tongue ring like my brother who wasn’t saved did. I loved techno music and really felt like I was missing out on a lot of cool stuff by being a Christian. There was always a constant struggle and battle inside because I still longed for the world but knew I shouldn’t. I had struggled with my weight off and on since I was young and it was starting to get pretty out of control. You can read more about that from a previous blog entry by clicking here.
I had felt ever since I went on my first missions trip that God had called me to be a full-time missionary one day. I loved different cultures and trying new things. I had a real love for Africa and desperately wanted to go there somehow. I was a surgical tech at the time and found out online about a ministry called Mercy Ships. They do free surgeries to remove life-threatening tumors, give basic health care, nutritional teachings, and lots of other things in Africa. The Anastasis, was a former cruise ship that was converted into a hospital ship and about 400 missionaries lived on the ship as it sailed from port to port for the different outreaches. I dreamed about going there and seeing God doing miraculous signs and wonders like I had heard were happening in persecuted countries and from books I had read. I wanted to preach to people in their villages and see many saved. I had lots of high aspirations.
I found out that the Anastasis has DTS’s (Discipleship Training Schools) a couple of times a year for 6 month stints. YWAM (Youth With a Mission) does DTS’s all around the world in different locations. This has 4 months of missionary training and 2 months of outreach time. I wanted to hopefully become one of the surgical techs for the ship and stay long-term with Mercy Ships, so I signed up to do the DTS from January to June of 2002. Shortly before I went on this trip, I had stumbled across the Way of the Master by Ray Comfort and his sermon, “Hells Best Kept Secret” and others. I had a real passion for evangelism and even started going out street witnessing and passing out tracts with my youth group, but after just a little while, the group dwindled to only me and 2 other friends. This was really depressing to me. I did this right up until I left for Mercy Ships and had hoped that while I was gone it would continue. I found out after I got back that no one did it anymore once I left. I wondered why many didn’t seem to take evangelism seriously and why they didn’t seem to care about the lost at all.
I was so excited to go to Africa and meet all these like-minded people who really had a heart for the lost and took their faith seriously. I figured you must be a serious Christian if you were willing to be a missionary in Africa. My DTS consisted of about 30 other youth and young adults. It cost around $10,000 for the 6 month trip and I paid for almost all of my expenses out of pocket. I figured others probably did the same and in order to do that that they must be serious about why they were going on the trip. I later found out that a lot of them had rich parents or had their church give them most of their money. A lot of them seemed to see this as one big neat vacation to Africa instead of going there to be equipped to reach the lost and save souls. It seemed like a joke.
I absolutely loved everything about Africa when I was there. I love to try new things and I loved being in a completely new culture so foreign to me. After only a couple of days of being there, our group had an outing at a fancy restaurant to get to know each other better. We ate fancy food (compared to the local fare) and then everyone started dancing to secular music. I almost felt like I was at a bar or a secular party. I thought, what is going on here? The restaurant was elevated, and from the back of the restaurant where we were, you could look down the darkened alleys and see all the poverty all around you and I thought, why did we come here? Was it to just have fun and make new friends? I couldn’t join in everyone else’s fun. I just cried my eyes out and looked through the fence and stared down the street at all the homes of people who were most likely all not saved. That’s why we were supposed to be there. The people in my group wondered what was upsetting me. It was because I was so burdened for those people. I so desperately wanted to leave the group and go and talk to those people down the alley, but I knew I couldn’t because I had to stay with the group and it wasn’t safe to do so.
In time I saw that a lot of my group there were on this trip for the wrong reasons. The leadership and youth there greatly disappointed me at the lack of conviction for obvious sin that was going on. There were coarse jokes being made, and sins just seemed to be laughed at at times. During my time on the ship, we had a guest speaker who spoke one night about missions and how God could be calling some of us to lay down our lives for the sake of the gospel and give up everything, like friends, family, and belongings, to be a full-time missionary. I felt that he was speaking about me and I had a great passion for China laid on my heart and I cried for a very long time. I didn’t think I was supposed to stay on the Anastasis as a surgical tech anymore. It became all I could think about. This was odd because I was in Africa and all I could think about was China. (The grass is always greener on the other side.) I could never seem to be happy where I currently was. I always longed for something else. I went on my outreach part of the trip to a village with mud huts and no electricity or running water that was pretty poor. I loved it because I loved the sense of adventure and finally feeling like I was seeing the real Africa. I wanted to live and eat like the people did there. I was seen as pretty odd because I carried water on my head like they did and tried all the different foods. I didn’t care what the people in my group thought.
I never did go and witness to all the people there, nor did I see any signs and wonders. None of the things I thought would happen on this trip happened at all. In my opinion, our time there was a complete waste and I hate to think of what the villagers must have thought of us with all the shenanigans that went on there with our group. I know they didn’t see Christ when they looked at us, but rather a bunch of crazy Americans. I was disappointed by everyone and everything that went on, including being disappointed in myself. I came home feeling like I had wasted a lot of time and money on this trip, but I was thankful for at least having the experience. From what I had seen on my trip, it didn’t seem as though anyone I met was saved there, although I’m sure there were some.
When I got back home, most of my friends seemed to have forgotten about me and no one understood what I had just been through. I had extreme culture shock, just getting back into American culture. It was hard to go to a grocery store, just seeing the abundance of food choices and all the waste. I remembered all the people who had nothing in Africa at all and it grieved my heart. I felt no one understood me or agreed with me and I felt all alone. I had moved into a one-room efficiency and fell into a deep depression. I was very overweight, felt I had no friends, wondered if I’d ever get married, wondered if I’d ever be a missionary, and wondered if I could find anyone that seemed to take Christianity seriously.
I eventually moved into a friend of mine’s house and lived with his family for some time. They had left the charismatic church I had gone to and now went to a Messianic Synagogue and I started going there because I felt what was going on at the charismatic church was phoney and I didn’t want to have any part of it anymore. I was tired of the hypocrisy. I really liked how they did the Jewish traditions and seemed to really take Scripture seriously. I didn’t see much of a love for God (I saw it in word, but not in deed), but rather His commandments. They “said” they weren’t doing these things to be saved, like the Jews did, but rather out of a love for God and to be obedient to His Word. They seemed legalistic. I didn’t see much of a passion for evangelism, but rather more of a condemning spirit on everyone that disagreed with them. This didn’t seem right either, but I didn’t know where else to turn. Everywhere I looked, I saw hyprocrisy. I knew Christianity was true, but I wondered if I’d ever meet anyone who really lived it out.
I still had a heart for China and wondered how I could be a Messianic Jewish missionary to China. It seemed pretty confusing for me. I desperately wanted the truth, but wondered if I could ever find it anywhere. I lost a lot of weight while living there because the mother of the family cooked a lot of healthier foods which I began to love and the whole family was thin, so I learned to eat that way. I started feeling better about myself and got out of my depression.
While I was still living there, I was working at Publix. My dad had just committed suicide while being married to his third wife in North Carolina. I was under a lot of stress at the time. I met Andy, my future husband, who worked there as well in March of 2003. We became friends, but he didn’t appear to be saved, or at least he was an immature Christian I thought. We got emotionally involved really quick and it turned into a serious relationship. I tried to teach him what I knew about God because I thought I was so spiritual. After all, I had been a Christian, almost 10 years, or so I thought. He wanted to sleep with me so we could get to know each other better, but I refused, knowing full well what would happen if we did. I’d have to break up with him and I’d be back in the same spot I was years ago, ridden with guilt and I didn’t want to do that again. We put ourselves in tempting situations on a repeated basis, and only by God’s grace did we not sleep with each other. I broke up with him a couple of times from the guilt from the lust in our hearts and because I wondered if he was truly saved and I didn’t want to marry someone who wasn’t saved. He had a lot of issues and I wasn’t sure if I would want to marry someone with those problems. I failed to see the issues in my life at the time and only saw his. My emotions clouded my judgment, but looking back, I see God was working despite our disobedience to Him in so many areas. God truly is sovereign. I kept witnessing to Andy, the best I knew how over the course of our relationship. We both started attending the charismatic church I used to go to together, because I felt I had nowhere else to go. We got engaged in October and started premarital counseling at that church, which was a complete waste of time because it was so shallow, but it was necessary to get married there. Andy seemed to be a Christian then, although, I started wondering at what point he was actually converted.
We got married in June 2004 at that church, and had a traditional Christian ceremony and believed we were both saved and were starting a Christian marriage together. We did the best we knew how, but we never had good Christian role models, nor had we ever witnessed a Christian marriage before lived out. Both of our parents had been divorced, so we were just winging it. We got into a lot of arguments, and we fought a lot over our convictions. I was convicted about things we watched on TV, and how we spent our time, etc. and he wasn’t. I kept trying to be the spiritual leader of the home and all it did was cause resentment in both of us. We moved to Fort Myers because Andy was finishing up his college degree there and we started attending an Assemblies of God church. It wasn’t quite what I was looking for because it wasn’t as charismatic as the old church I used to go to, but it was the best we could find there, so I settled for it. We both liked how the pastor was really into missions. I really liked that because I was convinced that one day we’d be full-time missionaries together. Andy and I didn’t see eye-to-eye on that.
I was on the birth control pill and didn’t want kids until after I finished college which was less than 4 years away. (I realize now that it’s abortifacient and I would never take that again.) I got pregnant with our first son, Camden, after only 9 months of marriage while on the pill. We figured it must’ve been God’s will. What choice did we have? When Camden was born, I had post-partum psychosis, or at least that’s what the doctors said. I acted irrationally and even endangered Camden’s life, although at the time I thought I was actually helping him. I thank the Lord that he protected Camden’s life then. I even tried to convince Andy at one point to leave the house with no belongings and just go to the airport and buy a one-way ticket to China to be missionaries forever, without even telling family about it. I was trying to live by faith like I had read about people doing in missionary books, but I didn’t realize at the time that none of that was based on Scripture, but personal experiences. I thank God that Andy didn’t go along with it.
I was baker-acted a few days later, for possibly 2 weeks and Camden was taken away from me and had to stay with Andy’s parents by court-order. I have never been so grief-stricken in my whole life, to have my newborn son taken away. I didn’t know if I’d ever get him back at that time. I will never forget that time in my life. It was horrible. I don’t remember a whole of what went on while I was baker-acted (they had me on a lot of medication), but I do remember a lot of crazy stuff that I did and said. I wasn’t thinking or acting Biblically, that’s for sure, and I wasn’t submitting to my husband. God gave me over to my sin. I shaped up quickly and got out of there, but didn’t see that I had done anything to deserve being baker-acted. There had been a lot of stress caused by family and the stress of being a new mother, that I had gotten overwhelmed. I hadn’t gotten sleep in over a week and I literally began to go crazy, but didn’t see it until much later. I had been forced to be on medication, which I knew I didn’t need to be on. Thankfully, I convinced the doctors to let me off of it shortly after I was out, so I could continue to nurse my son safely. I got better over time and things got back to normal, but I will never forget that time in my life.
We had our second son while on birth control as well, 13 months later, and I was really stressed out from a c-section and lack of sleep, but I was determined to not repeat the past. We got into a lot of arguments after he was born, but it never got too out of hand. We still got into arguments over theology and me trying to be the spiritual leader because I felt he wasn’t being one. I knew we weren’t living like true Christians and I wanted to change, but he wouldn’t go for it. I bought a Way of the Master CD set with gift money, and he got really upset about it. I asked him if he would listen to it and he obliged, but he wasn’t happy about it. God began to change his heart and he actually started to agree with what was being said and he got a burden for the lost. I still had hopes we would be missionaries, so once he got a burden for evangelism, I figured that’s what would happen in due time. We got lots more Way of the Master materials and tracts and started witnessing to people in our neighborhoods and while shopping, etc. We even got permission to teach a Way of the Master Basic Training Course class twice at our church, with very sparse attendance.
We were troubled by the pastor at our church even admitting from the pulpit that it wasn’t his job to preach about sin, because it was the Holy Spirit’s job to convict. We also saw lots of other cause for concern with leadership brushing sin underneath the rug. We went to a couples class that seemed to be more of a gossip hour rather than a time for learning the truth of God’s Word. There seemed to be no church discipline either, for blatant sin. We didn’t know of any other church to go to, so we stopped going altogether. We didn’t feel right about it, but we felt we had no choice. The only times we went to church were to teach the Way of the Master class on Wednesday nights. None of the leadership ever questioned about whether we were saved or not and we never had any accountability as leaders in the church. They had no idea what we taught in our class each week. This didn’t seem right either.
A few months back, a friend of ours had sent us a CD by Paul Washer which is the infamous “Shocking Youth Message.” We had listened to it and really liked it, but had no idea he was an itinerant preacher who preached all over the country, so the CD sat on our bookshelf for a long time. We got hooked on the Way of the Master Radio program and one day we heard an interview with Paul Washer about HeartCry Missionary Society and his views of the gospel. It was really good and I liked hearing about his missionary work. I Googled him and found his website and started downloading his sermons. We had heard of a lot of reformed pastors such as John MacArthur, John Piper, and others while listening to the Way of the Master program. We downloaded their sermons too and really started questioning what we knew of Christianity and the gospel. What we had known seemed to be wrong. We downloaded almost all of Paul Washer's sermons from sermonaudio.com and God really began to convict us and made us question our conversions if they were genuine or not. I had always had confidence that I was saved because of my profession of faith at age 14, and Andy never had such a profession. I wondered if he was saved, but shortly after, God began to make me seriously question my testimony too.
One time I was telling my testimony to Andy’s cousin on the phone and had a hard time telling him how God had really changed me when I “got saved” at 14. I still had a love for the world, I had fallen back into sexual immorality, I watched filth on TV, and so much more. What kind of a testimony was that? Sure, Christians aren’t perfect after conversion, but there should’ve been a growing in holiness that was more evident than that, especially after so many years. I may have stopped a lot of the obvious outward sins, but I knew my heart wasn’t truly changed inside. God had really been dealing with my heart that I needed to make my calling and election sure, because I couldn’t bank on my conversion being genuine from my testimony. To most people, my life seemed very spiritual, after all, I had gone on several missions trips and desperately wanted to be a missionary. That’s spiritual, right? I talked the talk, but I knew deep inside, my heart wasn’t the way it should be.
I listened to the sermon called, “Tests of Genuine Conversion” by Paul Washer and became really convicted because I didn’t pass a lot of the tests from 1 John. He also spoke in other sermons about how can we truly know we have believed in God unto salvation? Yes, you must believe in Christ to be saved, but how do you know you’ve believed? The evidence is in a changed life that continues to change. I didn’t see that in my life. I had also listened to his wife, Charo’s, testimony which sounded similar to mine. She too had thought she had been a Christian up until very recently. She was even a preacher’s wife and used to be a missionary in Peru. I saw I had no Biblical assurance of salvation and was afraid that if I didn’t do something soon, I could die and go to hell, lost in my sins.
So, in January of 2008, I, along with Andy made our calling and elections sure. I had waited until Andy had gotten off of work at 11am and I had to go to work at 4am. By the time we had finished, I only had an hour or so to sleep. I repented of all the sins I could think of and confessed to God how depraved and sinful I was. Genesis 6:5 says, “Then the Lord saw the wickedness of man was great on the earth, and that every intent of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.” I saw this to be true in my life. I knew God’s wrath was abiding on me at that moment as it says in John 3:36. Romans 3:23 says, “For all have sinned and all short of the glory of God.” There was no good in me that was deserving of salvation. All my “righteousness” that I had relied on as proof of my conversion in the past were as filthy rags in His sight like it says in Isaiah 64:6. I was condemned to go to hell, unless Christ stepped in and saved me and changed my heart. . John 14:6 says, “Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me’.” Jesus Christ was my only hope of salvation. Christ was the atonement for my sins and I was no longer condemned to hell, not by anything I did, but by God’s grace upon me which was undeserved. Romans 6:23 says, “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
I hated the sin in my life and desperately wanted God to remove it. I didn’t want to love the world anymore. I had sorrow for my sins and the fact that all these years I had confessed to be a Christian and had ruined my witness by my actions and had blasphemed God’s name by how I lived my life. I knew now that a true Christian, would never fall away from the faith, and most of my so-called Christian life wasn’t really living for God like I should. It was very inconsistent. I felt I had truly heard and understood the real gospel for the first time in my life and understood what true conversion looked like and I knew I couldn’t have been converted before. Ezekiel 36:26-27 says, “I will put My Spirit within you and cause you to walk in My statutes, and you will keep My judgments and do them.” This is what Jesus Christ did in my life.
I immediately stopped watching the filth on TV and got rid of our bad movies and music. I didn’t want the temptation around anymore. God took away, but not completely, my love for the world and to be accepted by it and started ripping the idols I had in my life away from me. Little by little, he began to change my heart and make me into a new creature. I began to have a love for the Word, whereas before, it was something on my “to-do” list. I actually wanted to do the right things, not because they were the right things to do, but out of a love for Christ and out of obedience to His Word. I desperately wanted the truth and listened to all the sermons I could. I started watching the services of First Baptist Church of Muscle Shoals (now Grace Life Church of the Shoals where we currently attend) online, where Paul Washer attends. My eyes were opened and I felt like for the first time, I was hearing the truth of God’s Word. It just amazed me that I had never seen these things in the Bible after all these years.
God changed my heart to learn more about what it means to be a Biblical woman and a Godly wife and mother. I want to glorify God by the way I dress, the way I treat my husband and children, and how I treat others. He has currently taken away my passion for China and to be a missionary, although it’s still way in the back of my mind if it’s God’s will some day. I see how great the task set before me is of being a Godly wife and mother and raising up Godly seed. I want to support my husband’s leadership now instead of usurp it. He’s given me a love of showing hospitality to others and a love for God’s people.
God is continually showing me just how depraved I really am, and if it weren’t for His grace, I would be destined to hell, just like every other unregenerate person. I didn’t have enough sense to choose God. I wasn’t good enough to get to heaven, but rather, God chose to save me of His own good pleasure. Ephesians 1:4-6 says, “just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love, having predestined us to adoption as sons by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace, by which He made us accepted in the beloved.”
Over time, there have been seasons where I have doubted my conversion because of sins and struggles in my life, and God has continued to show me that I am saved, not by what I do, but by His grace. I see how much He has changed my heart and life since true conversion. Matthew 3:8 says, “Therefore bear fruits worthy of repentance.” I believe God has shown that these fruits are now evident in my life. I thank God that grace is what saved me, because if I had to be good enough, I never would be. Ephesians 2:8-10 says, “For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” I can see God’s Spirit working in my life now and I have continual conviction and repentance of the sins in my life. There is a growing in holiness now. Sure, I still mess up and take one step back, two steps forward sometimes, but I’m continuing to press forward now. I see that God has freed me from the bondage of my sin like in Romans 6:5-11 where it says, “For if we have been united together in the likeness of His death, certainly we also shall be in the likeness of His resurrection, knowing this, that our old man was crucified with Him, that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves of sin. For he who has died has been freed from sin. Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with Him, knowing that Christ, having been raised from the dead, dies no more. Death no longer has dominion over Him. For the death that He died, He died to sin once for all; but the life that He lives He lives to God. Likewise you also, reckon yourselves to be dead indeed to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus our Lord. “
I see the Lord’s discipline and rebuke in my life each day, which is an evidence that you are truly born again. Hebrews 12:5-8 says, “My son, do not despise the chastening of the Lord, nor be discouraged when you are rebuked by Him; for whom the Lord loves He chastens, and scourges every son whom He receives. If you endure chastening, God deals with you as sons; for what son is there whom a father does not chasten? But if you are without chastening, of which you all have become partakers, then you are illegitimate and not sons.” I am so thankful to God for saving me and bringing me into His family and I want to give Him the glory for what He’s done in my life. 1 Corinthians 10:31 says, “So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.” I love Him more and more each day and I am so thankful.
I see that Christ has freed me from the bondage of my sin like in Romans 6:6 where it says, “Our old man was crucified with Him, that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves of sin.” I just recently got baptized in obedience to God’s Word where it says in Romans 6:3-5, “Or do you not know that as many of us as were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into His death? Therefore we were buried with Him through baptism into death, that just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.” If you want to hear what God’s been doing in my life lately, you can keep up on our blogs. God bless you, and thank you for reading. I welcome your comments.
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