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He Thought I Was Seeing a Man






Have you ever shared your personal testimony of faith?  That’s what I’m writing about today.  I was a woman who had so much going for me.  Yet, I felt empty.  My story is featured at Lisa Shaw’s website,  Lisashawcares.com   This is how my journey of faith began; please join me at the website blog,  Women Walking With Jesus.  

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  1. Mevely317October 8, 2014 at 6:52 PM

    Mary, what a splendid testimony! You're a natural storyteller, you know?
    I love the concept of someone having 'dancing eyes' and I loved this post ... I didn't want it to end!

    Love ya!
    Myra

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  2. NanaNor'sOctober 10, 2014 at 8:21 AM

    Hi Mary, I so agree with the comment above-you are indeed a storyteller; you are a shining light. In some ways, my testimony is very similar-my hubby was jealous and it caused a great distance between us; he still isn't walking in faith(after 34 yrs). i love the concept of dancing eyes.
    Blessings to you!
    Hugs, Noreen

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  3. SharonOctober 13, 2014 at 5:17 PM

    I loved this story. And yes, I agree with the other comments - you are a natural storyteller. It's funny, but falling in love with Jesus just increases our capacity to love others! His love fills our hearts to abundance.

    May we pass it on!

    GOD BLESS!

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  4. PeggyOctober 26, 2014 at 7:04 PM

    I enjoyed your beautiful testimony. Jesus does fill that emptyness we have inside. He is enough. Peggy

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