A MIRACULOUS TESTIMONY

​A TESTIMONY OF A MIRACLE
 
I sat down in my room one afternoon after spending most of the day cleaning and I saw that I had a ton of notebooks stacked full of writing that I had done by the Spirit of God. Ever since the Lord poured His Spirit upon me I just began to write about all of the things he had done and was going to do. I had allowed the enemy to convince me that I had no life and that I really had no purpose. My heart was so filled with passion for the Lord and desperately wanted the privilege to be used to work, signs, miracles, and wonders to compel man and women to give their lives to the true and living God. The zeal had started to eat me up. The Lord had me write so much about the operations of the Spirit. He said miracles were faith builders. He shared with me about Moses and How he led the children day by day, miracle by miracle, to weed out the unbelief. The accounts that I read revealed the end result of their testimony. Nonetheless, as I wrestled with the enemy about my purpose, the Lord had to me to look back on my own life and the miracles he had already shown within me.
He showed me a car accident I was in at the age of sixteen. I was heavy laden in sin. I had a selfish prayer life and I really didn’t have a goal driven or purpose driven life. I lived to please others. On the way to a job interview I drove through a power pole and slammed right into a neighbor’s tree. Live power wires fell onto the car with me in it. I got out, walked to the neighbor’s door and asked to use the phone. When the emergency response team showed up, they asked the same question over and over again, “how did you make it out?” They said I shouldn’t have live through it because of the live wires jumping on the car. I know that it was Jesus Christ giving me another chance at life and showing me that though other people couldn’t care less If I lived or died, Jesus was my Father and He cared.
Most of my sin was because of self-loathing. I would drink, smoke, and do anything to feed the spirits of depression that lurked around me. I hated myself for not being loveable. I fed right into the enemy’s chess match with my mind. I don’t know what went wrong with the car that day. Though it seemed like it was a deadly situation, that tree is symbolic of the tree of life. Jesus Christ moved in my life that day to stop me in my tracks and to put the old sinful, unbelieving man to death and to walk in a new life with His leadership and guidance.
The scripture was fulfilled in Psalm 27:10:
When my mother and father forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.
I couldn’t grasp the concept that day because I was on the potter’s wheel.
Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor entered the heart of man the things that the Lord have prepared for them that love him (1 Cor 2:9).
I couldn’t see what work the Lord had begun with me on that wheel. Sometimes we see miracles of healing and deliverance manifest immediately by His Spirit. While other times miracles are a work in progress while the Lord is shaping and molding someone’s heart for repentance. Sometimes the miracle is getting someone to surrender their life completely to Jesus who never thought it possible that they could be saved by grace in the first place. That’s the miracle of life.
So, while remembering that testimony and wrestling with the enemy about my purpose and listening to him tell me I didn’t have a life, the bread of life came forward with a scripture to speak to that situation that to Live is Christ and to die is gain. We must decrease and Christ by His Spirit must increase. Therefore, it was no longer I but Christ that lived within me. I had been redeemed by the blood of the lamb. Therein is the power of God unveiled.
We must remember our testimony established by Jesus Christ to overcome and endure those these perilous times. It is time to let the weak say that they are strong, and let the poor say that they are rich. Be not weary in well doing, for you shall reap if you faint not.