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Marina Ashley
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- I have grown up in a split household. My mom is a Christian, but my dad wasn't. He was a bad drunk and he always verbally abused me and my mom....he always said that I would never be anything. I didn't amount to anything. Everynite, he would drink and yell. That's all there was to my child hood....yelling and arguments. My mom cried all the time and i'd cry because she did. She would always tell me that he wasn't always like this. He smoked before he started drinking, but he substituted cigs for beer and liqour. When I was 6 years old I accepted Christ. My mom talked to me all the time about her faith and I knew that's what I wanted. She always told me that if I prayed to God and asked him to save my daddy, then he would. 1 year went by...nothing. Then it was 5 more years. Still nothing. And by the time I was 13 I was finished praying for him. I was finished praying to God. I had had enough of my father. And so did my mom. She always said that she wished he would hurry up and die, so we could live in peace. I agreed. That's how bad we were hurt by him. And God didn't seem to be with us and listening to us. I rejected God, tho I still went to church and had the mask. But I couldn't fool ppl. They were always coming up to me saying "Don't give up" or "We are praying for you". At this remark, I would simply say "It's no use." But ppl in my church prayed and they never gave up. When I was 17, actually my last semester in highschool, my mom had a histarectomy, and 2 days later my daddy had a mild heartattack. I drove him to the hospital early in the morning and waited. The doctors said that they would move him to a more advanced hospital, but they didn't find anything wrong except the mild heartattck. So I went to school. That night they told us that he needed a quadruple bypass surgery. Well they went into the surgery, I told him that i loved him and everything that morning and he was fine. Well my grandmother works at the highschool that I was attending, and my last class for that that day was band. We were in the middle of a song and my director, Mr. E, looked up and his face was upset looking. My heart jumped just looking at his face. I turned, and there was my grandmother standing in the back of the room tears streaming down her face. She said that we had to go to the hospital. Lacy, a good friend of mine, took my sax and told me to go and leave everything. She knew as well. When we got into the hall, I stopped my grandmother who was still crying hard and looked her in the face and said, "Is he dead?" She didn't answer me straight away and my heart broke. But she said that when the surgeons went into surgery they found he needed 8 bypasses and then his arourta tore. It was too thin to sew up. She said that he was bleeding to death. We got into the car and drove to the hospital where we found my mom and ALL her friends from church. There wasn't any room in that waiting room. Everyone was crying and praying, but I still wouldn't because I believed that God wouldn't be there with him. All I could do was cry. I didn't speak to anyone. The doctor came out and told my mom that all he could do is wait. It didn't look good. He said that my daddy was going to die. I went in to see him and my heart broke once again. He couldn't breath on his own. Something was pushing his chest in and out. He was a vegetable. My heart was broken into a million pieces right now, and when I yelled at God. All the feelings inside me, I knew God would know, but I had to verbally say them. My daddy was going to die and God wasn't with us. That's what I believed. Three days had gone by and my dad was starting to open his eyes again. Another week and a million more prayers from the church went around, and my daddy could almost speak. It was a miracle. Everyday after school, I went up to see him. And he would hold my hand, even if we were just watching tv. Then one day, I went to see him after school, and he looked me in the eyes and with a big and child innocent smile on his face he said, "baby, I got saved today." That's when all the peices of my heart came back together. That moment was the first time I had prayed to God since I was 13. After 2 months, my dad was outta the hospital and in rehab. I realized that God wanted to break me in order to fix me....as well as my daddy. I am now in college and the Lord is my Savior. Praise God!
- What would you say is your Spiritual gift?
- Singing is what God gave to me. I love to sing and most importantly I love to sing for Him!
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MyHotComments Hope you have a blessed day and God bless you..Angela
So glad to meet you and hope you find LIBAW a great place to fellowship and meet others of like mind
Hello! And welcome! You certainly do have an amazing testimony! God is sooooooooo good!Glad you are here with us!
With Hugs,
Sheila in Southern WV
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