Testimony Thursday – LPM WordPress

For we are glad when we are weak and you are strong. Your restoration is what we pray for.

2 Corinthians 13:9

2019 flew by so quickly! At the beginning of the year, God provided me with the word “restoration” and He showed me the power of restoration in several areas of my life for NOTHING is too hard for Him. He restored health, family, peace, joy, and even finance! I am very thankful for what He has done and what He is going to do in all departments of my life. Proverbs 18:10 and Psalm 91 are my go-to’s for every situation and I’ll continue to claim God’s promises through them.

Related: He restoreth my soul

Sin corrupts, blinds and cripples us, but God wants to restore us spiritually, mentally, and physically. He wants to give us the gift of peace and joy. He wants our lives to be filled with purpose. Being in a relationship with Him can restore what sin stole for He is our sole source of restoration.

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Reflection

God can take something old and make it new and shiny. Nothing is ever too hard for God so don’t give up on praying. Make it a daily routine and trust God.

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Disclaimer

Yes, I was officially backslidden and though the period of time was only about 2 years, it turned out to be very destructive and very painful. In January of 2017 I began to realize that I was in desperate need of The Good Shepherd and I was one messed up sheep and the pastures were not really greener but a barren wasteland that made less sense than Alice’s Wonderland. Getting back on the Way was hard mostly because my heart wasn’t where my head knew it should be. But I began to walk in that direction, knowing that the crustiness of the heart would eventually chip away.

I was gaining ground and began to really understand that God was drawing me back. Over the months, I had survived church without any lightning bolts but never completely surrendered – that is until 3 July, 2017. That’s the day I met the future king in my underwear. In short, I was in a collision on the way into Cambridge (UK). My Harley Davidson crashed into the barrier, ripping my jeans off, throwing me in the air and breaking my legs to pieces somewhere along the way.