I really love testimonies. After failing miserably with a prime opportunity to deliver a testimony at my new church home, I’ve realized why it was such a big deal to turn down that opportunity: because testimonies are a big deal. They build each other’s faith. In a lot of ways, the Word of God is a big book of testimonies.
So anyway, a reader of my blog recently sent me one in response to my car-starting testimony and I asked if I could share it to help cultivate that spirit even more here. In short: please feel free to post comments with testimonies of God’s goodness, or e-mail me.
Revelation 12:10-12 says:
Then I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, “Now salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of His Christ have come, for the accuser of our brethren, who accused them before our God day and night, has been cast down. And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, and they did not love their lives to the death. Therefore rejoice, O heavens, and you who dwell in them! Woe to the inhabitants of the earth and the sea! For the devil has come down to you, having great wrath, because he knows that he has a short time.”
Without further ado: a brief testimony. We’ll pickup partway through, after Jeppy had already endured some tough situations:
… So, very frustrated, I went out to my car to find the receipt from the post office to track the package. Well… in my rush and impatience I dropped my cell phone in the very wet snow and didn’t realize it until about ten looonnnggg minutes later. When I ventured out and found it I was relieved until I realized I couldn’t hear anything. So I took the battery out and warmed it up in my hands. It really wasn’t all that wet so I thought for sure it would be OK. Well it wasn’t.
I don’t know why I lost control but I walked in the house, slammed the door, threw my coat on the floor and shed a few tears of frustration. It’s not like it’s the end of the world but I was kinda acting like it. The thought of paying for a new cell phone just seemed like another expense. I use my cell phone for everything. I guess I just had a toddler attack.
So I called a friend who then contacted Verizon and the customer service agent said that it is water damage (he didn’t even know I dropped it in the snow). Smart man. So I moaned and groaned a little longer. I felt I was in the wrong the whole time but I let my flesh take over justifying that I have the right to feel this way. Well, a couple minutes later I apologized to God and asked for forgiveness all the while still feeling like screaming. I then opened my cell phone again, took the battery out again, and placed it by the heater vent. I then walked into the living room and prayed for patience, and grace, and forgiveness once again. I thought about you when your car wouldn’t start so I prayed over my phone. I prayed for favor and for it to work again. [And it does.]
Well, Praise The Lord!!! Jesus was faithful once again. I was such a jerk and He was still faithful. Oh, to be like Jesus… I have a long way to go. I should have been praising him the whole time. Another day, another lesson learned.