I BEL I EVE
What You Believe Charlene Miller As I wrote this, I struggled to think of a lighthearted, witty, funny anecdote to begin my testimony. And while I have many such stories, just talk to me after church to find out about last Easter with my son and Target, try as hard as I could, there was no way to fit a fun anecdote. My husband advised me to prepare you for the heaviness of my testimony and I quote him, “some of these things you could say to someone would suck the breath out of them.” Even when I retell these stories to my husband, who has lived some of this with me, his eyes get wide as I charge straight on through. So, you’ll have to forgive me if I am blunt because this was my life. This is what God rescued me from. There’s no soft
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I recently read this quote from Tish Harrison Warren’s recent book, Prayer in the Night , that really struck me, “We have to decide what we believe about who
Growing up, my parents informed my beliefs of who God was and what he was like. My parents separated when I was in elementary school, and my early memories of God were from my mother falling to the ground and wailing to God, “Why have you cursed me with such horrible kids? Why God?” She had just finished choking me, and this was her response—to cry out to something for her misfortune. Looking back, I now know my mother had an unmedicated mental disorder that caused violent
