The Word of My Testimony

From the very beginning of my life I was made to know that a God existed. This God that I was taught about is not like the God I know today. I believe that I am in a process of knowing the Creator of the Universe , His Father and the Holy Spirit. People sometimes marvel when I tell them that I am most grateful for the parents God chose for me to raised by. My testimony is sincere. I was raised by parents who believed God wanted us to know Him. This "know Him" to them meant the kind of "knowing" one would get from being around Him. He was always there I was told. We were to walk with Him, talk with Him, invite Him into our hearts ( a concept I really did not get until I became an adult ), please Him ( by obeying my parents ) to name a few of the lessons I remember from my youth.

The walk with Him and talk with Him never left me. This belief has been the thread that has pulled me through my whole life.

Rev 12:11 And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

I became aware that there was an opposing force that did not want me to know God, nor walk with Him or talk with Him. I think that force began working at trying to hinder my quest even at the moment I was conceived. I however have taken a great interest in learning how to overcome that force. Here in Rev 12:11 I read a truth.