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Our people defeated Satan because of the blood of the Lamb and the message of God. They were willing to give up their lives.
Petra lead singer, John Schlitt, shares his favorite life verse and various stories in the Bible that inspire him on a daily basis.
Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts.
Christian singer Vlada shares his passion for wanting the church to have more freedom in their praise.
I am faithful to you, and you can trust me. I will sing and play music for you, my God
Trevor McNevan of band Thousand Foot Krutch shares how music inspires and drives what he does and how they feel blessed to have the opportunity to minister through it.
You died, which means that your life is hidden with Christ, who sits beside God.
Christian band Bluetree frontman Aaron Boyd, shares how the Bible helped him to realize how we become aligned with God when we understand His Word.
I treasure your word above all else; it keeps me from sinning against you.
Christian music artist and The Bible is My Guide spokesperson, Kirk Franklin shares why the Bible continues to guide his path.
I was terrified and thought, “They’ve chased me far away from you!” But you answered my prayer when I shouted for help.
Elizabeth writes:
In 2005 I went through a deliverance process that was life changing. I had been diagnosed BiPolar-schyzo affective rapid cycling 2, and I was on 17 to 22 medications at a time, for years.
My life had spiraled into the psych wards, street drugs, mental anguish, to suicide. I began to cry out to Jesus after trying all the different earthly avenues, such as crisis centers, counselors, medications, etc.
I was in the hospital for the 6th time in two weeks attempting to take my own life, I could not go on, and I could not feel God.
The next day was Easter. When I woke up that morning,everything was different, clearer, the veil was off. When I went to my Bible, I found this verse underlined, and I never remembered doing that. It spoke volumes to me from Father, that the night before was the darkest before the dawn, and that He was there, and that He DID hear me.
Praise God for his love.
To this day I take no medications, and have had a complete healing of my mind, body, soul and spirit, through the love of Jesus Christ, and in the washing of His word.
My relationship with Him is intimate, and I live only to serve my Savior, Healer and counselor. I live to share the truth with anyone who listens, or who the Spirit prompts me to. I strive to walk as Jesus did and in obedience to his call to help set the captives free.
I am a free woman in Christ, and “He whom the Son sets free is free indeed.” John 8:36
And so my life is safe, and I will live to tell what the LORD has done.
Katrena writes:
In March of 2008 I was diagnosed with terminal stage 4 Ovraian cancer, I was given less than a week to live as it had matastized onto my colon and flattened it.
God told me though the Holy Spirit that his word was true and that I was not going to die. Then if felt like he wrapped me into his arms and carried me though everything that followed.
He provided me with an amazing surgeon, only 2 in the state I live in that would even attempt this type of surgery. After the surgery, my lungs quit working properly and filled up with fluids, my husband laid hands on me and they started draining.
I was told later that they were within 24 hours of putting a permanent trach in me. My kidneys quit working and my pastor laid hands on me and they started again. After a month in the hospital I got out and another Oncologist told me I was still going to die from this.
God said all you have to do is believe my word is true and live. I am now cancer free and able to spread the word that Jesus died for us, we do not have to die for something that the devil is the creator of. I shall live and tell anyone who will listen and believe that you do not have to die from any illness.
Jesus paid the price for us.
“Our God is like this forever and will always guide us.”
Abby writes:
Recently my family went through a very big blow. The matriarch of our family passed away. For the past 7 years Maria de Jesus suffered much after she broke her hip. Because of her age and frailty, they opted not to operate her, fearing it would speedy up her passing away.
Those 7 years were spent bed ridden and eventually lead to her suffering from dementia. Even though we knew this day would surely come sooner than later, knowing she had passed affected me more than I ever thought it could.
Growing up most of my childhood in Guatemala I was raised by my grandmother (abuelita) and to me she was truly indescribable. With apron always in tow, she was there to wipe away any tears, kiss any booboos, correct us when we were wrong and love us unconditionally. It’s the things I will never forget.
With her passing my brother and I made our way to Antigua, Guatemala and had a chance to share in many moments of silence, where no words really needed to be said, and moments of contemplation over what had just happened. Tears abounded, but so did laughter in reminiscing of good old times.
We came across this scripture that spoke to our hearts… Psalm 48:14 “For this God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our guide even to the end.”
My mother shared with us how on the last day that my abuelita lived she asked my mom to sing her a praise song she loved “Cuan Grande Es El” (How Great Thou Art). My mom sobbed through the lyrics, but realized that even at the end of her time, all my abuelita wanted to do was give God the praise. And with that, we were put at ease.
My abuelita is in a much better place now… Free of being bed ridden, free of physical pain, free to live with her Heavenly father. Suffering may come for a night, but joy really does come in the morning.
” I have died, but Christ lives in me. And I now live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave his life for me. “
Victoria writes:
I wanted to share with you my story I was born again 19 years ago, you may use my story how you wish or just read and delete.
Adopted at 12 months old, to parents who were more dysfunctional then most. My father was a career drug addict and my mom would tell me how much she didn’t like me. My father did love me till I was about 7 then he delved more and more into his drug cocoon to escape the wife he did not love. There was a lot of emotional, mental and physical abuse. They adopted another child a boy and a year later she gave birth to a son. I ran away the first time when I was 11 years old.
At 12 I was taken away and put in a foster home, at 13 I ran away and lived on the streets of Oceanside California, where at 13 I was raped by 7 men, became a drug addict and drank whenever possible. At 16 I tried to commit suicide, at 17 I got married to get off the streets we moved to Maine. Unfortunately he was an abusive madman, so again I ran away. I joined a traveling carnival to escape certain death.
At 19 I was strangled and left for dead, at 20 I was locked up in the house of a drug dealer who striped me of any self esteem I ever had……I wanted to die………..at 22 I ran off with a man and found myself in Washington where again I was surrounded by drugs. The mother of my boyfriend at that time invited me to go to church with her, I agreed to go, I can’t tell you what the singers sang nor what the sermon was about but I remember as soon as the preacher started preaching I started uncontrollably crying and I didn’t know why. In my life I had tried everything from white Magic, Buddhism, and Jehovah Witness. In Washington I met a man named John, who like me was just as lost, but boy was he the most handsome man I ever met.
At the age of 23 I hated the life I was living and I knew there had to be more to this life then what I was living! So John and I set out with nothing but the clothes on our backs…We bid farewell to the lies, the drugs, the pit of emptiness that we lived in, and we had a plan we were going to hitch hike to California then to New York and start a new life…………Well we made our way to a lil town in Northern California by Redding, and while waiting for our next ride we noticed an elderly couple sitting in a car marked “Caution Wide Load” we thought nothing of it.
The old man got out of the car came over to us and asked us if we knew Jesus. I told him “I’m cool with Jesus” and John said “I’m mad at God for letting my father die in my arms.” He told us God loves us and cares about us, the old man introduced himself as Russell Mc Connell and his wife he told us was named Carol. We told him our story and our plans, he asked us to come to his house for a home cooked meal before we left town (John wanted to visit his Grandpa that lived not to far from where we were at) We told him we may do that. Russell gave us some money to eat so we went to the dinner near by ate then caught our next ride.
Things did not go well with John’s grandpa, so we left and slept under a bridge and the next day decided to call Russell and Carole, they took us in and fed us, they shared the gospel with us and that night we went to church with them. I was so into what I heard, like my heart was drinking in all that was said, but John was not comfortable he walked out and I noticed that 3 or 4 of the young men about our age followed John out of the church, later I found out they talked to John and prayed with him and ministered to him. The next thing I knew both John and I were kneeling and asking God to forgive us of our sins and to accept us as His own. I totally believed that Jesus was who they said He was.
Two days later John and I were married and then we were baptized. We were like little sponges soaking up Gods word. Three months later Johns’ bronchiolar tube clasped and he went into cardiac arrest, John was 23 years old. He was rushed to the hospital were he was D.O.A., but they revived him and he was on life support where he laid for 3 days. On the third day they stopped the machine and I watched him die for the last time, as he breathed his last breath, a peace flooded me and I knew he was in the arms of the Savior.
Later I spoke to Russell and as we looked back on everything we could see God’s hand everywhere, Russell told me that the day he met us he was called out for a job that’s why he was there, but the load never showed at the meeting area, and the night before he met us he was at church where he heard the Pastor preach on reaching out to strangers…….I am a child of the Living God washed and cleaned by the shed blood of Jesus and set apart. God is so amazing and He loved me before I ever knew Him. I am now part of a family that will never let me go or turn their back on me. I am so thankful to be part of God’s amazing saving grace.
” With all your heart you must trust the LORD and not your own judgment. Always let him lead you, and he will clear the road for you to follow. “
Get Their Story Contest Winner, Angel writes:
Proverbs 3:5-6 is my life verse. I love the Word and have many favorite scriptures: John chapter 1, 2Timothy 1:7, Jeremiah 29:11, Phil 4:6-8..I could go on and on! But Proverbs 3:5-6 reminds me of how I MUST trust the Lord in every situation and that as I do that He will guide me.
When I was 12 I lost one of my twin brothers and the one that lived had to get his leg amputated as an infant. My mom was very ill after the birth and handicapped too. I didn’t understand why my baby brother died or why my other brother lost his leg…I had to trust God. At 17 I lost my Grandma, she hadn’t even really been sick she was a young 63. I had to trust God. At 26 I lost my Mom. She had suffered for many years. I prayed, fasted, cried & she still died at a young 53…I had to trust God. And 1yr and a half ago I suddenly lost my very best friend at the age of 35. She wasn’t even sick. She just died in her sleep on her couch.
God never promised that we would understand why things happen. But He did send us His Spirit to comfort us and promised that He would direct us if we would trust that He IS in control with ALL our hearts. I’m still trusting Him today and know this verse is true because He has lead and continues to direct me through every trail, disaster, and tribulation that comes my way. He is worthy, He is God and I love Him sooooo MUCH and thank Him for His Word that provides counsel and guidance in every situation.
