My husband traveled for work, but his job let me stay home with our son. After two years of marriage, we found out I was pregnant with our second child. Shortly after, he went on one of his trips, but he cut all forms of contact, and didn’t return. I became frantic, trying to figure out what had happened, and found he had been unfaithful. I packed our bags and moved in with my parents. I emailed him, telling him I knew, and offered him a chance to explain. He responded by saying it was over, that he was unhappy, and there would be no reconciliation. I was devastated, feeling betrayed and abandoned. I had found God at a young age and remained faithful throughout my life. While I never blamed God, I found myself frustrated and disappointed. I wanted to understand why this was allowed to happen. I relied heavily on Jeremiah 29:11, God’s message on His plan for me. I worked to remember it is not our place to understand God’s plan, but rather to put our trust in Him. Our church was kind; they showed us compassion and helped me gather everything my boys needed. I became determined to be the best mom, always present for my kids and meeting all their needs. I made sure they attended church and understood the Gospel. Bible School became something my children looked forward to. When my youngest was three years old, he claimed he was going to be a Pastor. If this is his calling, I pray he sees it through. My ex has returned and… Read More
How Everyday People Live Out Their Christian Faith
Illustrating how men and women display their love for Jesus in their day-to-day lives.
Little things that may have an eternal impact. Might these stories motivate you to use your talents?
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There are some people who change your life just by being in it. For me, that person was Keith--my husband, my best friend, and the love of my life. Our journey together was deeply rooted in faith, love, laughter, and the quiet strength that comes from knowing God is walking beside you. Keith and I shared a bond that words often fail to describe. What stood out most about him was his incredible sense of humor--dry, clever, and always perfectly timed. He had a natural gift for making me laugh, even when I didn’t feel like smiling. Whether he was gently teasing me or slipping in a quick one-liner, it was always funny. I was truly blessed to have a husband who made me laugh far more often than he ever made me cry. The joy he brought into my life was constant, and it’s one of the things I cherish most about our time together. We got married in 2017, and it was one of the happiest days of our lives. Keith wasn’t someone who had always dreamed of getting married, but that day, his smile said it all. For whatever reason--though I believe it was Jesus--our paths came together in a way only God could have orchestrated. At the end of 2021, Keith began to get sick. In January 2022, we received the diagnosis: Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. That year was a rollercoaster. At first, the chemotherapy seemed to be working, and Keith truly believed he was going to beat it. But in July, the cancer came back. He began immunotherapy in August,… Read More
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I have died twice, yet here I am, alive by the grace of God. In 2000, I lost my husband in a car explosion, and in 2011, I said goodbye to my mother. Grief almost broke me, but God carried me through those dark valleys. In 2015, I faced death on a highway. My car was T-boned at 75 mph, throwing me 189 yards. I woke up in the hospital with broken ribs; my torso was black. Paramedics said I had been clinically dead, but God brought me back. After that crash, doctors found an aneurysm in the left cerebral of my brain, another ticking bomb only God could defuse. On May 8, 2020, I went into cardiac arrest and was declared dead for several hours, zipped into a bag at my apartment. Yet again, God resurrected me. While I was gone, I glimpsed heaven. It was peaceful and silent, like the words from the song “The Sound of Silence” had come to life. No words were spoken, yet souls communicated almost telepathically through love. I felt no fear, only God’s perfect peace. Each trial became the foundation of my testimony; I believe God saved me for a purpose. Now I share His Word daily and serve my neighbors in need, helping the elderly and less fortunate by giving clothing, baking breads and cooking meals, and encouraging everyone to trust in Jesus Christ. I have seen hearts turn to Christ after hearing my testimony. Even those who once followed pagan beliefs have come to Jesus through my story. My daughter calls me “angelic”, saying I… Read More
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God put it on my heart early to teach children the Gospel and lead others to Christ. I've had over 45 years of evangelical training. Throughout those years, God has shifted my talents, giving me various ways to fulfill my purpose. Some of those gifts have faded, while others have remained and grown. I never would have thought a doll would bring such purpose. One Christmas, my children received a ventriloquist dummy. They were thrilled! Everyone took turns trying to make them speak without moving their mouths. I chose to try my daughter's dummy, Simon. It was as though God had placed this mission right in my lap. My husband said, "You must use this for your children's ministry." And so I did. I purchased a record that taught me to say the ABCs without moving my mouth. With much practice, I began sharing the Gospel using Simon. Simon and I perform skits that include some light humor, singing "Jesus Loves Me" in English and Spanish, and using the Wordless Book of 5 Colors. Each color represents a step of salvation. Simon has significantly helped my journey with Christ. Through these skits, I offer a witness testimony. Our skits remind me of the joy in life. It is a constant reminder of my faith, and through this, my problems fade away. One time, I performed for a children's Bible study. A young boy was clinging to every word. Over 30 years later, our paths crossed again. He remembered me and shared how Simon made a lasting impression. His testimony and the fact that he remembered… Read More
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Motherhood was something I always desired. I was blessed with my first child before receiving the devastating news that it would be hard to conceive again. I lost my faith in this moment of heartbreak. I grew up in a Christian home. I was always the one to stand up for those who couldn’t. God was calling me to help children with disabilities. However, I was rebellious, and therefore, when I was told I wouldn’t have any more children, I turned away from God. Years passed, and I matured. God shared with me to go back to church. I needed to raise my son in church. I shouldn’t hinder his walk with God because I was hurt. We found a church and attended. Shortly after, I became pregnant. My second son was born, and we were unaware he’d be born with a condition called fibular hemimelia; he was missing a foot. He would need surgery and a prosthetic. As we went along with this journey, something was not sitting right. I recognized the signs of my brother’s autism. My son was later diagnosed with nonverbal autism. It broke my husband. Not expecting this, we struggled to cope. It caused our family a lot of anguish and strife; fighting became normal. The shift came when I cried out to God, “I can’t do this anymore”. Once again, God was guiding me to go to church. We went. However, we were cast out twice, told my son was a distraction to the congregation. Devastated doesn’t begin to describe how I felt. I tried to listen to God. I saw… Read More
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Andy had been my friend for almost my entire life. He dated my sister for years and was like a brother to me. He’s the one who got me into cars. I learned how to drive in his Chevy Blazer when I was just twelve. I went on dates with my future wife in that car. It was more than just a vehicle—it was a part of our story. After Andy died by suicide, I found myself needing something to hold on to. Something tangible. So, I bought a Blazer just like his. It was my way of staying connected to a piece of him that I couldn’t let go of yet. Eight months later, we lost Nathan, my daughter Emy’s friend. She had known him since elementary school. They reconnected in eighth grade, just a few months before he took his own life. I watched her crumble under the weight of grief and confusion. One day, she came to me, tears running down her face. “Dad, people have already stopped talking about him. It’s like he never existed. We have to do something.” So we did. We tossed around the idea of baseball tournaments. Car rallies. Fundraisers. Awareness events. We didn’t want Nathan to be forgotten. We didn’t want anyone else to feel alone in this grief. That’s when the idea for the suicide awareness car build was born. Not to win shows—but to start conversations. To bring hope. We worked with a local designer, and by the grace of God, doors opened. Vivid Wraps got involved and were phenomenal. The day the designer finished our… Read More