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A testimony.

The time for testimony was going on in the church.There were beautiful testimonies shared by different people.They touched my heart.One particular testimony brought me to tears.It was a lady who got up from her seat in the back row.She shared about life without men in her house.They were away in the city.A wave of rainstorm came the last week .She had some crop which were out in the open and she had no space to shift them in .She was in a delimna.
The neighbours looked at her plight and shook their heads.Suddenly her two little children who attend the sunday school and can hardly talk came with a bright idea.'Mother,why don't we pray to Jesus Christ?'.So the three of them knelt down and prayed ,the children could not say much beyond 'ishu masih' over and over again and when they had finished praying the rain stopped and her crops are doing well.
Why was this testimony so beautiful to me?,it is because this is the Jesus Christ I know ,a great God who is mindful of these innocent petitions of little children who don't even know how to pray and ,speaks from the mouth of babes.
Nothing in our life is about us,our sacrifices,our faithfulness,our lifestyle ,no nothing.It is all about a great and wonderful God who stooped down from heaven to fellowship with us ,to love us and to walk with us.
Do the testimonies we share glorify and show Christ for who He is ,just as the bible does?


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