Dozens of Coptic Christians are being killed, churches are being burnt in egypt. Please pray for our Christian brothers and Sisters in Egypt. They need it more than ever.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem who said, "Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation." O daughter of Babylon, who are to be destroyed. Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us. Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.

Thank you everyone for sharing your testimonies this week. Whenever anyone else is ready. Just step forward and make a comment.

I was raped when I was 13 or 14. So I really withdrew and avoided pretty much everyone. Spent almost all my time alone. Video games were my main means of escape and today if I'm not careful they still can be.

During those years I became hopelessly addicted to pornagraphy. The internet really made that whole mess worse.

I've done a lot of healing and recovery work the past 3 years and by the grace and mercy of God, I'm more active in serving God in the church through teaching and preaching and working with our youth more than I have ever been before.

I'm also running a Group to help others heal and recover from abuse.

God is good. He's been faithful and I give Him and Him alone all the credit and glory for where my life is now.

Long Version???

Knowing God since then has been, very likely, the only reason I'm alive and kicking today.

God has always been with me. My home was one that was emotionally void. So the kids grew up not really knowing how to handle their emotions etc because Mom and Dad didn't either. Dad was withdrawn and non involved and Mom was over bearing, controlling, and manipulative.

So I grew up with a family, but essentially alone because you really couldn't talk about anything hard or difficult.

I was molested for 9 years, starting when I was 4 or 5. My older sister died when I was 8 (she was 10) and my parents then really withdrew. I was hit by a car when I was 12 and probably shouldn't be alive. Broke both legs in 3 places, severe concussion, doctors weren't entirely sure I'd be able to walk again, but by the grace of God today you'd have no clue that was the case, as I certainly seem normal (well, as normal as I can possibly be).

Oh look! 3!!!
Ok, I'll go... but if it's just the coming to the Lord part.... it'll be short!

I was all of 6. Went to a Good New Club run by a Husband and Wife that worked for CEF (Child Evangelism Fellowship). Came to know the Lord there at one of their meetings.

So there ya go! The Short of it!