I surely give praise to my Lord for these changes in me.

Before: I was an angry girl. I had no problem being mean in spirit and
being aweful, not only in mentality but physically. I would yell and
scream and hit in an instant. No one was immune. I would be jailed a few
times for assault. Come out of it with a smile and a reason to put fear
in those that were hurt and for those that might get in my way
thereafter.
I would lie to achieve a goal. I would cheat to get what I wanted. I was
a great manipulator.
I would do drugs and get horribly drunk. I would break laws and think
nothing of it. As if I had a right to what I did. I could make people
that were upset with me for doing these things, pretty much feel why I
did them, was understandable.
I mastered the art of manipulation.
I was homeless a couple of times with my kids. I was jobless. I would
somehow make others responsible and take all the fault off of me. Never
once did I pray for guidance or help. The only prayer I ever knew was
when I was on the floor cooling my face from throwing up from drinking
or doing drugs.
When I was in the hospital dying from my affliction, I still was worried
about getting out to pay my drug bills.
Until: The Lord sent to me people that loved me in the name of Christ.
They were there often and even when I was a asleep. I was weak and ready
to try anything to get better. I gave permission to pray for me and
bring the Lord in my room and to my ears even while sleeping.
Never once did I feel sorry for myself, but blamed others.

Now: After having near death, I became willing to listen. I was given
proof of an exsistance bigger than myself. Healing was given to me in a
fast and sure showing of something that was most assuradly from God
(Jesus). Something the Drs. could not achieve. I came to know prayer for
myself a little at a time. Sporadically.
It was a slow process. I learned to pray in ernest, for not things for
myself but others. I found the little things were the bigger things. I
got off drugs, I quit drinking to get toilet hugging drunk. I started
taking responsibility for my own actions. Making amends.
I reached out and started a N.A. meeting for those that needed them in
my town in my home. It started out slow with a couple of members. Then
it got so big I was forced to go out and take action.I found a house
that I wanted to make a permanet meeting place for. I went to the land
owner and pitched it to him. He is Charles Malzahn, owner of Ditch
Witch. He donated the house to us free of charge. Our meetings grew by
leaps and bounds. Meetings were being brought to that house from halfway
houses and treatment centers from all over. From there I found that kids
needed help dealing with their parents. We brought in kids, Alonon. It
was great. I don't live there now, but it is still going strong.
I became a pillar of my community. Police would bring addicts and
alcoholics to my house in the middle of the night. I would say yes, and
put on the coffee. Sometimes staying up all night talking. It was quite
a change.If I had seen a cop before at my house I would spend the rest
of the night peeking through the blinds.
I started volunteering in the community. I became a better mother. I
became a better me. I somehow found that I was a good person.
I became a giver. I began to appreciate life. I began to love strangers.
Later down the line, I found myself in trouble again. An ex boyfriend
who was very tantrum like, was being abusive, doing drugs and an
alcoholic. He would destroy things and me included. I ended up in jail
one last time from that place in my life. I carry a felony with me from
that. How do I feel? I am greatful that it wasn't any worse than it was.
I realize Karma is real. It just takes longer sometimes to get ya. I'm
not even mad at the way it came down. I take full responsibility for my
life. I even thanked Jesus for the lesson. Through Jesus, I am a
forgiving person, and a loving person. I have faith that when I am
down,it will get better. I pray to Jesus to fulfill me with blessings
and knowledge that I am responsible to make things happen. I know that
He gives me signs and sometimes I miss them. My eyes are not always wide
open. My ears are sometimes closed.
In summary: My worst day now, is most certainly better than my best days
when I was blind and without faith.
Kat

BEAUTIFUL TESTIMONY :) Thank you for sharing your born-again experience.


I like how you organized it and it allows readers to flow through it.
Rather than one huge paragraph.

Again Thank you :)

Kat...

im so happy for you that u opened your life to jesus. im sorry for your
troubled past but it was a good thing since it brought you to know
christ. god bless.

I would like to also say; that I am eternally greatful to that man who
gave us the chance to make things happen in that community. For his
selfless act of donation for those meetings. He also used that facility
to send those in his own employment, with addiction problems, to us.
This man is famous all over the world. A true giver. An honest man whom
I can attest to. Thank you Charles and Mary.
Kat