I’ve got a testimony about Jesus…

Last night our Church had an evening of worship and testimony.

What.a.blessing.

Totally.

I left so incredibly encouraged, and inspired to run my race with perseverance, and touched by how God has rescued and saved and redeemed.

Because there’s something so beautiful, so inspiring, and so precious about testimony.

The power of testimony.

The joy of the reality of what God has done.

 

So today I awakened with Revelation 12 v 11 in my mind.

They triumphed over him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of the testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death.

I love that truth.

That we overcome through the power that is found in the name of Jesus, and through the story of the Holy Spirit’s precious work in our lives, and through the knowledge that nothing is more important than our mighty, wonderful, all-powerful God.

We overcome.

And we get to share the stories of grace.

 

And today I was privileged to witness the power of this testimony, when I took a young girl to her psychological assessment. 

Almost a year ago I had the humbling reality of leading this young woman to the Lord, and seeing Holy Spirit start to begin a work in her life. 

A year later He has done so, so much, but this work continues in daily battles and choices and out working. 

But today, I got to sit in a formal room, whilst a non-Christian psychologist declared her completely free of mental illness. Completely free of what would have previously been diagnosed. Of what would have previously held back.

And credit it to the Church.

To her ‘spiritual involvement’… (Which really is just another way of describing the power of Jesus ;-))

I was so joyful, so humbled, so thankful.

 

The Lamb has triumphed.

And He who began a good work will be faithful to see it to completion.

And there is a word of testimony.

Real testimony.

 

As we often sing:

I’ve got a testimony ’bout Jesus.

He carries me through my worst storm.

I’ll only call on Jesus.

I’m leaning on His everlasting arms.

 

Because He’s still that same, mighty, healing God. 

And if He can raise Lazarus, He can raise me.

So, let’s be bold in sharing these stories of grace with a world that needs to know how to overcome.

For His sake.

 

 

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