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The Power of Your Testimony!

When sharing your faith with others, there is something very important that will add to the power of God’s work in your life — your testimony. Some of you may ask, “What is a testimony?” It’s sharing and expressing your story or experiences in life and revealing God’s glory through it.

For example, maybe someone went through a hard time, experimented with partying and then had a 180-degree change in life. Now that person is devoted to her faith, is participating in healthy, positive activities and is sharing her story to bring hope to friends or non-believers.

Some people may ask: Can anyone share their testimony? Do you have to be a pastor or official leader to do this?

No. Anyone with a testimony of faith may share. We all have different backgrounds and we’ve all gone through many experiences, whether good or bad. The POWER of the testimony can give hope and life, bring connections and love, and, most importantly, can show God’s glory.

Say to God, ‘How awesome are your deeds! So great is your POWER … All the earth bows down to you; they sing praise to you, they sing praise to your name. Come and see what God has done how awesome his works in man’s behalf! (Psalm 66:3,5).

Part of my testimony is that my dad passed away suddenly when I was 14 years old. I was just a freshman in high school and was very close to him. I went through a time of healing. This time was very difficult but I couldn’t have done it without God’s love. The entire time I had friends, family and other people from my church praying for me and supporting me.

Even though this was so tragic for me, God had a bigger plan and knew that I could handle it and that it would make me a stronger person. I know my dad was a believer in Jesus and loved the Lord. I have the assurance that I will be reunited with him again one day in eternity.

I’ve learned so many things through this experience with loss. Now, I try and see the bright side of things and why God would allow difficult things to happen. I try not to look to myself. Instead, I look to the fact that I may be able to help someone else who needs it. For instance, I could help a friend or family member who experiences death or any other type of loss or moment of grief for the first time.

Because I have this strength through God and my faith, I can reach out to others in need and really have compassion. In addition, my testimony proves that you can get through loss with God’s help. If you call on Jesus, he is right there!!!! He is the comforter!

I have seen many friends go through hard times and I have seen the power of prayer. Nicole is my best friend and I have seen her blossom into a beautiful woman of God. I remember sharing many moments with her when she was going through difficult times, telling her that ONE DAY(which is now, PI girls!), Nicole would use her gifts and testimony for God’s glory! I am so proud of her and I know it is the POWER of God. Not only that, her TESTIMONY speaks volumes: God can do anything!

What is impossible with men, is possible with God (Luke 18:27).

I once heard a pastor say: Your TEST becomes your TESTIMONY! PI girls, don’t be afraid to share what God has done in your life (THAT is your testimony).  And if you are currently going though times of testing or trial, reach out for prayer. We are here for you at Project Inspired!

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  1. Blacky99

    Posted by Blacky99 on February 20, 2012 at 08:02

    Thank you so much for this article! I have been wondering for awhile how to share my testimony. I think the main part of mine is how god helped me get through my parent’s divorce, and when I had to move. I’m still struggling with it today, but it’s a lot easier with God.

  2. Project Inspired

    Posted by Amari on December 2, 2011 at 10:47

    One of my favorite songs in church is about testimony. I don’t know the name of it but it goes like”
    “As I look back over my life,
    And think things over,
    I can truly say that I’ve been blessed.
    I’ve got a testimony”
    I think it’s called I’ve got a testimony. I love it in church because it’s so uplifting. Look it up on Youtube when you get a chance! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viI_1rjw2Ow They’re not my church but they do a good job of it.

  3. Project Inspired

    Posted by Kabuki on November 30, 2011 at 05:24

    I’ve experienced God’s mercy and forgiveness for past sins and mistakes I have made, the enemy was there telling me I was guilty but when I asked for forgiveness from God He told me I was free, washed and cleansed and to this fay I am righteous in His eyes. However I am in the process of being healed about this and also healing from my mind because sometimes I think bad and negative thoughts that I dont want to think, please continue to pray for me, if anyone else is struggling with forgiveness or forgivin themselves here are a few scriptures which helped me

    1. As far as the east is from the west that’s how far He has removed our trangressions from us

    2. You are a new creation in Christ, the old has gone and the new has come.

    3. One thing I do, forgetting the past and straining forward to the future.

    Once you ask for forgivness you are totally free because God forgives us a cleanses us, it may be a battle because the enemy wants to bring you down, but God will fight it if you give it all to Him. I am still getting through it every day, but we all need to look up, because our Victory comes from God, He also has a great purpose for you!!!! xxx

  4. Posted by on November 29, 2011 at 16:47

    I was first introduced to the christian life when I was 4 years old (or at least thats what my mom told me, I dont remember the occasion to tell the truth) but being a kid, i didnt take it seriously. so i just went to church and did all the church stuff but at the same time did bad things and when i wanted something, i prayed for it and stuff. i was really picked on in school and didnt have a lot of friends. i prayed and prayed that God would give me friends.
    when i got to my preteen years, i started to take things more seriously. but i still had no interest in God or Jesus or anything. so i did everything I could to rebel against my parents. this went on through my teen years. i started to hang out with the goths and satanists in my school and i started to hate God like they did. because the fact is, i came from a poor dysfunctional family and i blamed God for all my troubles. i always thought “if God loves me so much, why did he give me such a crappy life?” i slipped in and out of depression and played with the idea of suicide alot. one day i was really feeling depressed and i made plans to kill myself the next day. however, my church’s youth group was supposed to give individual presentations on the Lord’s prayer and i was a part of it. but i toli d my dad that i didnt want to do it because i wasnt a christian and i didnt feel that i should try to explain something that i didnt believe in, so he arranged me to talk to the first lady of my church [head of my youth group at the time] about why i didnt want to do it. to make a long story short, i got saved the day that i planned to take my own life.
    ive been going strong ever since. ive had more friends than i have ever had, my self esteem and confidence has skyrocketed, my family still has a lot of troubles, but ive put my family in God’s hands. im in college now and my faith is still growing every day. i am going to be a missionary some day and i know God has and extraordinary plan for my life.
    this is my testimony

  5. Posted by on November 29, 2011 at 13:34

    Well, i was a drinker and a smoker then at three i met Jesus.
    No, not really. That would be awesome, but not me. (This is rather long by the way. Hope you like a good story.)
    I’m a BIC. Born In Church. My parents went to church,so did my two older brothers. I was dedicated in the church. Around 6 or 7, my parents decided that it was time for me to get baptized. I had no idea what that meant except you got to go in front of everyone, be on a big screen, and everyone that knew you got to stand up.
    My parents sent me to a class in the church that was suppose to explain everything. The teacher asked me and the two other older girls that took the class with me if we had said the prayer. I, of course, had no idea what she was talking about. Didn’t matter. She lead us through the Prayer anyways.
    When it came for me to be baptized, Dad took me behind the stage where the pastor talked to me. He asked me where i said the Prayer at. Once again, i was seven or six and had no idea what he was talking about. So, I said that i was alone in my room at night. Yes, i lied to the preacher. After that, i felt like nothing had changed. I still went to church every Sunday. I started volunteering with the preschoolers. The only troubling time was when my family switched churches. But I now ride with my grandma.
    Two years ago, I went to the church camp which is completely off topic, the best camp ever. But every year, me and my two best church friends climb this long hill and go visit the chapel. Well, while there that year, my one friend, let’s call her Alice, says that she’s been feeling like God wants her to do something. She could hear him tell her to go do something but she didn’t know what. My other friend, Megan for lack of real name, says that she could feel God moving around Alice too.
    I’m sitting there thinking, “I can’t feel anything but heat.”
    I wouldn’t say that i was jealous of Alice and her hearing God. But I was jealous that she could and after only being a christian for two years. I had been a christian since birth and not once did i think that god was talking to me. After that trip, I became ashamed of my story, my testimony. I joked to myself that i never had one. I never doubted God, or didn’t trust him, or even thought that he didn’t exist. I believed that he was real, i just didn’t know what i could do with such a pathetic testimony.
    I wrestled with this in private for those two years. Then this past summer of 2011, at the same camp, we were ask to talk with our friends about our stories and what we were struggling with. So i told them, with a lot of tears involved. And I didn’t immediatly feel better but i know that a great weight was lifted off of me and i haven’t thought about that shame ever since.
    So the long and short of it: It’s ok not to have a big dramatic story. And if you do, good for you but if you don’t, you’re not alone and I think that God can one day use you for great things; story or not
    Thanks for reading.

  6. Posted by on November 29, 2011 at 13:33

    I changed someone’s mind the other day on abortion! I am so happy for her! She wasn’t sure about when life begins and she believed that it was okay to abort if there was a possibility of the child being deformed or having a disability. I convinced her otherwise and now she is a pro-life-er too! YAAY! Please pray for her!

  7. Posted by on November 28, 2011 at 19:43

    I want to apologize before hand, as my testimony is rather long, but I am so eager to share it when ever I can find the opportunity. My hope is that it can help others in whatever struggles that they may be going through.

    I am so thankful for what God has done in my life, that He has saved me from my sins and changed my life in so many numerous and wonderful ways. I really wanted to express this through this testimony. I want to tell how God has changed my life in so many ways and how just amazing our God is… There really are no words to say how amazing God is and how blessed we are. He has an infinite amount of love, mercy, wisdom and forgiveness, and I know that only God could have gotten me out of that dark part of my life that I was trapped in.
    I was saved at a young age, five, at Corner Stone Baptist church, I went to VBS every summer, memorized verses at AWANA, and was very familiar with Bible stories, who Jesus Christ was (is) and what He did for us. Unfortunately, I don’t think I really ever felt anything. My spiritual life was a separate and smaller section of my life and unimportant to me.
    It became even more unimportant to me when I hit high school. I was greatly influenced by my friends. I will say that they were good friends, they were supportive and helpful, but they developed dangerous attitudes and views during these years. I got swept up with it and followed their lead in addition to some of my own. Once I got the hang of this “free thinking” thing, I had my own distinct view and persona: I was my own person, nothing could control my actions, I had control over my life, and no one could tell me otherwise. And by no one, I meant God.
    Saying my spiritual life became unimportant is an understatement: I hated it. I hated Christianity with a passion. I would sneer and scoff at people on the streets giving out tracts or small Bibles. I messed around with the “other end of the spectrum” and got into quite a bit of trouble with that later. I did some really terrible things. What I feel the most awful about is the fact that I established the hate that my friends have for Christianity during that time period. I am so, so ashamed of the things I said, the way I acted, and the things I did.
    My junior year was when I was at the height of my sinful way of life. It was also during this year that God would be there to pick me up when my world would come crashing down. It was around January or so that I felt an emptiness. I wasn’t getting any pleasure anymore from my life style. I merely brushed it off and looked for something new, hoping it would fill the emptiness I was feeling. I couldn’t find anything. I became desperate and searched and attempted anything that promised to keep my want to control my life. I felt so lost, betrayed, and alone. In addition, my grades in school plummeted.
    I fell into depression and unfortunately found pleasure in self-mutilation. I found that I was out of touch with other people, even people I considered really good friends. I could act happy and try to interact with them, but I felt isolated and completely alone. I describe it as being trapped behind a veil. It is thin and barely tangible, you can see and hear people on the other side, but you are not truly with them. You are alone.
    I had no motivation and didn’t want to participate in any of the usual activities that I liked. I forced myself to do them anyway, hoping that something would click, and that everything would be okay soon. I continued to participate in the drama club, and signed up to direct one of the Valley Voices plays. I honestly don’t know how I did it. I think I was just running on auto pilot the entire time. Not only was I directing, but I was also an actor as well. This too was taken care of by auto pilot. I remember on performance nights, I would sit behind the curtain, wondering what scene we were doing, and once the curtains opened and the lights went up, I immediately snapped into character and said my lines that I hadn’t even known the moment before. The scene would end and I would wonder what the next scene was…
    I finally got to a point of complete and utter hopelessness and helplessness. I was alone, I had no will or motivation to do anything, and the self-mutilation was only getting worse. My grades seemed out of my control and I was losing sleep and often found myself falling asleep in class. I couldn’t find anyone that truly understood me, even if I had the guts to tell them. I eventually came to the conclusion that nothing would be able to pull me from the wreckage of my mind and body. I felt lost and alone.
    It was at that point, through the wreckage of my mind, a single solution came forth.
    I was going to commit suicide.
    This was a few weeks before the drama performance, and I decided that I would hang in for the three nights of performance, find out which play won, and if it wasn’t the play I was in, I knew that I was no longer needed. And so the countdown began.
    It was during this countdown that God began to work in my life and bring me closer to Him. God, in His infinite wisdom, worked in such a way that there was no way that I could turn away from Him. He knew that I would not listen to an adult or teen from my church. He knew that I would not listen to anyone that stood on the streets passing out tracts, or any radio station, or Christian media of any kind. But, He knew that I would listen to a friend.
    No one could penetrate the veil that separated me and the rest of the world. My parents couldn’t, my siblings couldn’t, my friends couldn’t, and my teachers couldn’t. No one could, except this person. It was as if he had the ability to pull aside the veil and step inside with me. I wasn’t alone anymore.
    He could tell something was wrong and he asked me about it. With anyone else, I would brush these questions away, but it was much different when he asked them. I didn’t have the courage to tell him everything that was going on right then and there, but the shards and fragments of my mind that I did share, he had a complete understanding of. I thought no one understood me: He did. I finally had someone that I didn’t feel alone around, and not only that, but he understood me.
    What he told me next surprised and shocked me the most:
    “I’ll be praying for you.”
    Pray for me?! What have I ever deserved from God? For the past years I had done nothing to deserve anything from God. Why would He help me?
    For some reason, I appreciated the action immensely, but I doubted that it would make any difference.
    Through the many drama rehearsals God brought me closer to this individual and He gave me something to look forward to now. By doing this, He made me question my motives and gave me hope for something better. One of the most amazing things that God did in this friendship occurred during the second night of performance of the Valley Voices play. It was on this night that God pulled me out of my depression. Again, seeking only an understanding, I found myself telling him of my predicament with suicide. I expected an awkward silence, flat out disgust, or neutral advice of “Everything’s going to be okay.” All I wanted was someone to understand and listen, and that was exactly what this individual did. I imagined in a metaphorical way, that not only did he step into the veil with me, but he grabbed it with two fists and tore it down.
    The world was crisp and clear again. I was aware of everything. I no longer felt alone. There was something else there. What on earth had happened?
    The days after that were a blur until we found out which play won and I was unsure of what I was going to do. The time finally came to count the votes. The outcome: Neither the play that I was in or directed won. I held the paper that I used to count the votes in my hand. It was my “death warrant”, I was free to go. Would I do it?
    I went home that night and instead of going to my knife, I went to the Throne of Grace.
    I could feel the presence of God all around me and I was so ashamed of everything that I had done. I hadn’t truly prayed for years and I had no idea what to do or talk about. I started apologizing, asking for forgiveness, thanking Him for His mercy and love, and asking “Why me?”, all at once. I’m sure to anyone else that was listening, it must have sounded like a rambling mess of words.
    It was at that moment on that I found the happiness that I had so desperately searched for. It is a happiness that you cannot find anywhere but with God, and all I had to do to find it was turn around.
    I really can barely describe the thirst I now have to learn more about God, to read His word and truly understand it, to praise and worship Him every moment that I can, to share with others His amazing gift. For the first time in my life, I have certainty. As uncertain as the future is to us, I can be certain that God has a plan for me and that He will always be with me.

    • kath660

      Posted by kath660 on November 30, 2011 at 19:30

      your testimony is AMAZING!! especially inspiring! i am currently helping a peer who is being abused by her parents and feels very depressed. she puts on a smile every day but i see right through it. she is buddhist. please, pray that i can be the person to pull down her “veil” and bring her to christ!

      god bless you!! 🙂

    • Posted by Nicole on November 30, 2011 at 16:09

      thank you so much for sharing this powerful testimony Stephanie, I read it all and I can say that thank the Lord for that individual for helping you through your pain and for leading you back to God. I had a similar situation when I was knee deep in my depression, and my best friend Christina was constantly reassuring me of God’s love for me and that He had a plan for my life. God sends these individuals into our lives for a BIG purpose. I am so happy you are back on the path to God, Read A love letter from God to you on the facebook page, it was almost tailor-made to you!

  8. JuliMarie

    Posted by JuliMarie on November 28, 2011 at 16:18

    Catholic born, Catholic bred 🙂 I didn’t really take my faith seriously until I met my Spanish teacher/Rosary Club moderator. She’s such a beautiful reflection of love to everybody she meets and she helped me through some really difficult points in my life and she kind of adopted me as her little sister 🙂 She pretty much saved my life and brought me closer to God.

    • Posted by on November 28, 2011 at 23:50

      How sweet, God is amazing.

  9. MissMeggles

    Posted by MissMeggles on November 28, 2011 at 16:12

    I think I’m going to try this out.

    I was born on Easter Sunday (March 30, 1997). My mother calls me and my brothers her Easter miracles. Why? Because I am a triplet, and when I was born, I was scarcely two pounds. My brothers’ lungs, along with mine, were not fully developed, and therefore we could not breathe. We had to have blood transfusions because we were not properly producing blood, also. The odds were stacked against us. We had nuns praying us, and my parents and family were too. With their prayers, and most importantly, God’s help, my brothers and I survived. We fought our delays and won, too, climbing above average throughout the years. My mom thinks that three is a very important number in my life and religion, for I am triplet, I was born on the third month of the year, thirty days into that month, three years before the new millennium. Also, who could forget the Holy Trinity? I know that I must follow God, and that I would be nothing without Him.

    I hope I did that right…I feel like I did. I hope I did.

    • Posted by on November 28, 2011 at 23:49

      Wow, you ARE a MIRACLE!!!! Thank you for writing in! You and your siblings have a powerful story to tell! HAllelujah!

  10. Posted by on November 28, 2011 at 12:01

    I’ve been raised in a Christian home, but around 4 or 5 years ago, I became suicidal. I just felt worthless and didn’t want to be around anymore. I doubted anyone would miss me. Eventually, I realized that I should never end my life because it’s not my right to do so – only God should be able to decide when that day will come. I also figured out that I was surrounded by people who do care about me and truly would miss me if I killed myself. Finally, I learned that God is there and that no matter how tough life gets, it’s always worth it because He’s here. 🙂

    • Posted by on November 28, 2011 at 23:48

      That’s right God has a plan, a purpose and he treasures you! He created you FOR a Reason!!! 🙂 Read the article on anxiety and depression it will encourage you! God bless you! <3

  11. Project Inspired

    Posted by a2j on November 27, 2011 at 22:04

    I usually use a lot of time telling my testimony but i’m gonna make it short and sweet: My parents divorced when i was 7 and years later i saw how my friends lived in homes with 2 parents. around 12, i became so depressed that i contemplated suicide for a couple years and even attempted it at one point. My parents divorce wasn’t exactly why i was so depressed, there were a lot of other things (hating myself, never living up to my own expectations, my dad’s new wife, mom being stressed out all the time, feeling like an outcast everywhere i went including church) but the divorce definitely sparked it. when i was 14 (around the time of me attempting suicide) my parents realized what was going on (they’re not bad parents, i was just really good at hiding it)and they started taking me to a counselor who showed me the verse Jeremiah 29:11 ” ‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’ ” I always recite that verse to myself whenever I start to slip back into my depression. But the thing is, i wouldn’t trade that difficult time of my life for anything. God made me experience that for a reason, and it’s helped shape me into who i am now. I know that God has plans for me, and they are NOT to have me suffer my entire life like i was when i was younger. I have shared my testimony before, the hardest time was when my pastor asked me to speak in front of the youthgroup. But after i did, someone came up to me and told me that they really admired that i had the strength to share such a vulnerable part of me, and they said they want to have a relationship with God like the one I have. God made me go through everything for a reason, nothing He does is pointless. Jem2911

  12. Paris

    Posted by Paris on November 27, 2011 at 20:16

    Also,when you give a testimony,a burden is lifted off your shoulders.

  13. love4494

    Posted by love4494 on November 27, 2011 at 19:59

    I was led to Christ at 4 yrs old,we’ve been raised in a good Christian home and we went to church every Sunday and my brother who had accepted Christ at the age of 3 because we were advanced for our ages and was 5 at the time and knew that I hadn’t yet accepted Christ and he didn’t want me to go to hell he wanted me to go to heaven like he knew he would. So one day when we were at my Grandma’s house He came to me and explained about accepting Christ at first I thought he was trying to start an argument because we did that frequently almost everyday but then I understood what he was trying to say and we went into the back bedroom and He prayed with me and that afternoon I accepted Jesus Christ as my savior. My journey has been wonderful and everyday I am Thankful for my strong relationship with Jesus. Sometimes it was hard during the time I was bullied for years and people picked on me for being a Christian but it made my Faith stronger in the end. And now I am 15 yrs old and my Brother John is 17 who will graduate in this next year and unfortunately our relationship as brother and sister has grown weaker and his faith started to strain, luckily his Faith is slowly growing strong again but right now its a process and hopefully it will be back strongly by the time he leaves for college and that our relationship will be put back together again. Anyway that’s my Testimony. Thank you for asking us to share. 🙂

  14. Project Inspired

    Posted by Amy on November 27, 2011 at 19:54

    Hmm… part of my testimony is that, I went through a really tough time when I didn’t like anything about myself and I thought I was ugly. It was SO hard because I felt like I was all alone and like God wasn’t there for me. But even in those tough moments, I’m now able to see that He WAS with me and was with me the whole time. Since then, the Lord has really helped me see myself through His eyes and to realize that I am beautiful. It was definitely a tough journey, and I’m still dealing with it from time to time, but Jesus has helped me so much 🙂

  15. Posted by on November 27, 2011 at 19:53

    Well, i remember it was 2008. i was just 11 years old. i had a friend that brought me to church that summer. it was a pentecostal church and i was a little freaked out by all that tongue talking. i didnt know what to make of it. months later i got saved. granted i quit going to that church because my best friend got molested by a church member but ive got a new church.

    • Posted by on November 28, 2011 at 23:41

      Wow, I am sorry to hear about your friend. Yes, speaking in tounges is strange to some, but it is biblical. Maybe we will one day address this on Project Inspired. Thank you for reading & commenting! 🙂

  16. Posted by on November 27, 2011 at 19:25

    This is such a well written article! I’m an officer at my school’s FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes) and I absolutely love hearing what brought people to God!

    • Posted by on November 28, 2011 at 23:39

      Awesome! Thank you!!