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Her Testimony of Faith

I had one of those “divine appointments” this morning as I got ready for work. Christian TV was on and I listened to an amazing testimony of a woman who went through a difficult time of spiritual warfare. I put my makeup down and got up from my dressing table and sat in front of the TV; my interest was piqued. The courageous woman testified about our Lord and how he knows where we are and what we are facing! After she spoke, her pastor encouraged the rest of us to trust in God who never leaves us and longs to heal us and deliver us. He quoted a promise in the Bible I’ve been basing my faith on for weeks! The woman’s testimony is the same as my present trial and I sat there amazed at the goodness of God to let me meet her this way and hear how He rescued her.


I called the ministry’s prayer line and was connected to a passionate sister in Christ who understood the evil of spiritual warfare. Our time of prayer was blessed with hope and vision. This warrior had eyes to see in prayer the many things that God has revealed in His Word to me recently. It makes me want to shout “hallelujah !"


God’s Word in Revelation 12:11 says: “And they overcame him because of the blood of the lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they did not love their life even when faced with death. I’m encouraged by the testimony of deliverance I heard this morning. I’m thankful I know and serve a God who is in the business of healing His people. My day is coming.

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  1. That was neat that the Lord showed you that He's always there for you, never leaving you and helping you, just how He helped that woman. What a beautiful reminder of His wonderful promises! I'm happy for you and yet, we must never cease with prayers. You had already overcome...because of Jesus! Love you sister.

    2 Cor.10:4,5 - "We use God's mighty weapons, not mere worldly weapons, to knock down the devil's strongholds. With these weapons, we break down every proud argument that keeps people from knowing God. With these weapons, we conquer their rebellious ideas, and we teach them to obey Christ."

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  2. Amen Mary! Praise God for leading you to this very moment and meeting you right where you were! Prophetic words and moments such as these are such a gift and amazing moments that are never forgotten!!! Yes I believe your day is coming, your obedience will be rewarded and from glory to glory you will be delivered! and I know your testimony will be as this one....you will help someone else in their time of need because you are a faithful and willing daughter that HE knows will be glory to HIM!
    I love you and am so thankful for this day and all HE gave, revealed and how HE met you in such a special way! Our God is soooo good and so amazing!

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  3. I love the way the Lord always leads us to someone or something just as we need it the most. He knows when we need an encouraging word and proves to us that He is in control. God Bless Hugs, Marty

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  4. That was a God wink!;) When you KNOW that God sees YOU and your situation. I'm so glad you were encouraged.

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  5. Don't you just love it the way God arranges things in exactly the right timing. Praise His Name for this message He gave you, and that He is indeed with each of us and knows what we are facing.
    Praying for that breakthrough and victory.
    God bless :)

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  6. Praise the LORD that you were able to connect and pray in agreement with another prayer counselor.

    I was a prayer counselor years ago at CBN in VA and it was a great joy and privilege to go to the Throne with people who called in for prayer.

    There is nothing like going to the foot of the Cross in prayer!

    My prayers remain for you and your family dear sister.

    Love you.

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  7. Praise God Mary! For this divine appointment in your life!

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