My name is Rhonda Fleming. I have been a christian for about 2 1/2 years. I have learned that evil preys on your weaknesses and it found ours.......our son. Our son went through a major depression. I don't think anything hurt me as bad as hearing him say he hated himself and wanted to die. We tried therapy, lots of love, communication, you name it, and nothing seemed to work. As a young teen, he was at the bottom of the barrell. It was heartbreaking to say the least. One day he started asking me "why don't we ever go to church"? I had been to church alot in my life but I learned real fast that I was totally blind to what God can really do. One of the best days of my life was February 12, 2006. My entire little family gave our hearts to Jesus together and I got to share being baptized the same day as my son. I got on my knees not long after this and 'gave' my son to God. God not only wrapped his arms around my son but He made new people out of all three of us. He did what NOBODY could do. He made my son like himself. If you could see him on stage each Sunday with the praise team playing music for God, you would never believe that a few short years ago he was miserable. How anyone could possibly look at us now and deny God is beyond my understanding. The best possible gift you could give your children is to lead them to Jesus. Evil can drive you insane, but it drove us to church. I thank God for what He has done in our lives and continues to do everyday. I thank God for all of the wonderful brothers and sisters we now have. I thank God for leading my family to Penny Road Church. I thank God for Pastor Burnin and Joan. I thank God for all things.

This morning driving to work I was overwhelmed with gratitude that I don’t believe I have ever felt. I begin to thank God for my life and the miracles He has performed. I wouldn’t be here today if God had not intervened over and over again. Even times when I was not serving Him, He was faithful to deliver me. The way He loves me is beyond what I can comprehend. The way He has changed my heart and my life blows my mind. The enemy has tried to rob me of my sanity as far back as I can remember and God has sustained me. He has brought me through every obstacle and helped me overcome every challenge. After praising Him all the way to work I can’t imagine not giving Him all the glory for what He has done for me. I am a woman who has battled severe depression since childhood. I was on and off anti-depressants from age 12 to age 25. I wanted to die. I didn’t want to go to hell but I wanted to die. I attempted suicide in my young life by taking a whole bottle of pills to overdose. I used to lie in my bed and beg God to forgive my sins and then just take me home. I wanted my life to be over, I couldn’t see any way out of the mess I was in and I didn’t see any hope. I sincerely wanted this world to stop and let me off. I didn’t believe I would survive. I thought I would loose my mind many times over the years. In my living room wall there is a bullet hole. A neighbor of mine was holding a pistol one night and it went off in his hand. I was standing right in front of him and supernaturally that bullet missed me and went through the wall. The man (who not a Christian) knew God had intervened. He said aloud, “oh thank you Jesus that I didn’t shoot her.” He knew it was a miracle, I was facing him and he was so upset he dropped the gun in the floor. I often look at that bullet hole today and thank God that I’m alive, that He spared my life. That’s saying a lot for a woman who spent so many years wanting to die. Just to appreciate being alive proves that God has changed the way I think and feel about things. That’s the greatest miracle of all to change someone’s whole outlook on life. Being willing to humble myself to obey and share my heart will cause me to overcome. I’m seeking spiritual break through in more ways than one. I’ve been hungry for more of God and I’ve been longing to see His glory. That will happen as I walk uprightly before Him and continue seeking His face. According to the Word sharing my testimony will make me an over comer. Therefore I must put my personal feelings aside and do what God tells me, when I put myself aside and do the things that seem hard that’s when He is first, He matters most and His desires are more important than mine. By: Michelle Adams

Where do I start? I am forty nine years old. God is my life. Without Him I would not have a life. I got saved when I was sixteen years old. I wish I could tell you that I was faithful from that time on but I've had alot of detours along the way. I can tell you God remained faithful to me through them all. I was born February 3, 1959. I was born out of wedlock. A product of an adulterous relationship. I grew up in an atmosphere of secrets concerning who I was or anything regarding my father. I never met him but I hated him. That void coupled with hatred led me down a path of self destruction. I was looking for man to fill a void only God could fill (and now has). It led to alot of heartache to me and others in my life. Hurting people hurt others. I have always had a sense of God's presence in my life. Some of my earliest memories is of my grandmother having a quilt set up in the living room with her testament right there. She didn,t have much education, but she God blessed her to be able to read the bible. My grandmother was the first Godly influence in my life. I remember phone calls for prayer and my grandmother going into my bedroom kneeling down to pray as soon as she hung up. One time I was juming on the bed and fell off cutting my left ankle wide open, blood gushing everywhere. They couldn't get it to stop but as soon as my grandmother laid her hand on it and began to pray the blood stopped. Another time I was about seven years old I was helping her was clothes on an old wringer washer and I got my arm between the wringers, it wouldn't pop open and again my grandmother prayed and immediately it popped. So it was common to me to believe in the power of prayer. She instilled that by her example. However, she went home to be with the Lord when I was ten years old. She and my grandpa had been the stability in my life. Soon afterwards my grandpa became ill and my Mom had to take care of him. Then she met someone and married. Well he and I did not get along at all. I was miserable teenager. I met my first husband and at the age of fifteen I found myself married and very soon afterwards pregnant. I was so excited because now I would have the family I always dreamed of. Thirteen months after the birth of my first born I gave birth to my second child. My husband and I began going to church. We were baptized, faithful in attendance and giving. Growing in the Lord but not without opposition. I got a phone call and my husband had been in a wreck. A train had hit the truck his brother was driving and two fo his brothers had been killed. That was a major transformation our lives. My husband began to isolate himself from everyone including me. This devasted me because I had to be continually reassured I was loved. I had a hard time believing anyone could love me. The enemy used this against me daily. I was in a warfare over my mind and my body. By this time my husband had quit going to church. He was struggling with his own issues and I began to sink into my own pit of despair. The wedge grew greater and greater between us and I fell into temptation. I had an adulterous relationship trying once again to fill an emptyness within me. I had never dealt with my own stuff and eventually it began to surface over and over again. I completely quit going to church but I would cry out at night "God please don't give up on me. PLEASE!" Even though I was in a backsliden condition I know God heard my cry. There is nowhere you can go that He is there. If I ascend to heaven or make my bed in hell He is there. Needles to say I divorced after seventeen years of marriage. I allowed the enemy to steal my life and he used me as a weapon against my own self. God tried to warn me before I ever quit church. He spoke to me one day as I was walking across my yard and asked me if I loved Him. I remember my answer was yes, I love you. He said "Keep My commandments" He spoke that twice to me but I didn't heed. I fell full force into a horrible pit which seemed to spiral down,down, down for years. But one day I got sick and tired of the hogpen and I came back to the Father's house. He washed me and cleansed me from all of the dirt but I still struggled with condemnation. I t was so hard to forgive myself for letting Him down and my family. But God rescued me from all the guilt, all the condemnation,all the things I ever done. I have met my Prince and He has taken me to the Father's house to live and I've never wanted to leave again. He's restored the joy of His salvation unto me. God has blessed me to have two other children and I've remarried a wonderful man who loves the Lord. Through all the hurts and disappointments; through the pain, through the failure, God still came to a broken vessel and made yet another vessel. Thank God I'm free! Free to worship! Free to sing again! Free to dance! Free to be what He created me to be. There is nothing to hard for my God. No sin to great, no hurt to deep, as long as there is breath in your body. He will restore the years that sin ate up and the later will be greater than the former. So many other things I could tell you but time won't permit. God has brought me to spacious place and given me another chance. What He has done for me He will do for you. By: Donette