The Power of God

by Cheryl
(Sumter,SC)

I lost my mom when I was fourteen. I never had anyone to teach me the wrongs and rights of the world. When she died I was left in the care of my grandmom who was not pleased with the way I looked and she several other family members would verbally abuse me. At that I really needed someone there to comfort me. When I couldn't get the love from my family i started looking for it in the streets. I never had anyone to tell me I pretty and the first guy came along it was hard to believe because I had been called fat and ugly for so long. Even though he was telling the truth he was also pretending to to want me . I realized afterwards that he had gotten what he wanted I was hurt by this . By this time I met this girl who was a lot faster then I was and I began to learn things from her which led to being with more guys and i still continued to run the streets. When I was 22 i moved in with my sister and bro- inlaw and their kids . Well one day I was cleaning out the closet and my 5 year old niece came to me and said "Jesus loves you he wants you to come to him". she scared me I ran into the room where my sister was and asked her if she sent my niece in the room to say that and she was amazed as well as I was. For a while I was still out in the streets partying and drinking. at the age of 25 I got sick I had fourteen seizures back to back I couldn't hear, I couldn't talk because I couldn't hear. Doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong and my family came to visit as if they were saying their goodbyes. Since I couldn't talk or hear I closed my eyes and began to pray to God. I really didn't know how to pray. But I kept asking God to heal me. After seven days of being mute my hearing came back. It sounded like a beeping noise to me at first and then I finally heard the television playing. I so amazed how God had healed me. I called for the nurse and told her I could hear. I quickly tried to get up to walk but I was still weak. The Doctors came in to examine me and were also amazed at my recovery they had ran several test and couldn't find a diagnoses. Two days later I was released. I went to visit the one's who expected me to die and they seemed afraid to come near me. I guess they didn't know of the Power of God. I'm 32 years old now and I haven't had a seizure since then and I am still giving God all the praise and I do intend to be ready when he comes back again. Thankyou Jesus for saving me!