My Love Story...and Journey with Jesus.
(Dedicated to Jesus and my late husband, Fernando)
"I don’t know much... But I know I love you..." (words to a song, can’t remember who by)
My heartfelt prayer and hope in writing this for others to see publicly the story of my husband's and my own journey to Jesus, is that it will encourage, inspire and give hope to even one person on the face of this earth who might be lagging, or feeling despondent, discouraged, defeated or confused.
Jesus, God Almighty and the Holy Spirit I have found, can do what man deems impossible. This, is the greatest lesson I have learnt through learning of the Love He has for us.......He will turn all evil, for good. He does give us a future, and a hope, and His Plans ARE beautiful.
No matter what.
I so so hope that even just ONE even just one, person one the face of this earth, might be encouraged in reading this to know that God ALWAYS has the victory, and to never ever ever ever give up.
My husband whom is now with Jesus, found his heart in Him ..I am forever and forever grateful. I have seen my reward in heaven.
My husband’s background:
Fernando was born in O'Porto, Portugal, into a culture and family steeped in both catholic
tradition and occultism simultaneously.
At the age of 9, he made a blood pact with satan, in the caves. At the age of 12, he ran away, into the arms of an older woman who took 'care' of him... as he became her little bodyguard in the world of prostitution. Through the years, the call back to the caves and the power of witchcraft and satanic ritual was strong in his life...until God rescued him. It wasn’t easy for him, despite all christian doctrine and theorizing.....
He ran from it, into God's arms and then ran back again....despondent many times about ever being free.
I was a blessed woman, to see the Power of God's Love move in his life and overcome ALL evil.
Jesus, I bow my head in honour of what you did, for Fernando. He is home now,... with You. Thankyou... thankyou... thankyou
My background:
I grew up watching my parents pioneer a new modern approach in the rehabilitation of mental health patients, and the intellectually disabled. Thus, I was born into and grew up surrounded by 60 psychiatric and intellectually disabled people all my childhood. Psychiatry was revered. Intellectualism was honoured. The power of the human mind was fettered.
I also grew up watching my mother have dreams and 'predictions', being able to forecast ahead.
I also dreamed dreams and knew that I had inherited my mothers 'gift'.
There were many occult practices in our house simultaneously. I thought it was 'normal' (I was told, it was). I grew up traveling 'out' of my body, tormented and scared, and not knowing what to do about it.
Until... I met Jesus.
My husband and I met, when I was 22. He was 29.
Our life was filled with Love, passion, weird things and evil following us. It caused much destruction and devastation in both our lives. For years even after I was saved, there was a battle in the heavenlies for my husband’s soul.
But God, had the victory... as He always does.
Amen.
How Jesus rescued me
Soon after my eldest daughter Lidia, was born, she started screaming in the middle of the night - 2am every morning.
I knew evil had come yet again to visit, but did not know what to do about it. I lived in fear of it. For anyone that has ever come face to face with pure 'evil' ...well, you know it. It smells, its cold and its ugly.
All I knew was that there was good... and there was evil. I pondered endlessly, What do you fight evil with ?.... good ! That’s all I knew. It was the only hope I knew. But I did not know where or how to find the good to fight these things.
I was so terrorized, my daughter was terrorized as an infant and my husband remained mute, in total fear.
Then after another episode of this one night, in desperation, I phoned a friend (who incidentally was a 'white witch' though I didn’t know it at the time). She very calmly told me to phone a church...That perhaps, they could help.
I was stunned.
A church ?????????????????
I did not need to be told twice...I phoned the first church I came across in the phone book. As they listened to my crying babble,I truly thought they would hang up on me, and I was really surprised when they said they would come and visit. I anxiously awaited them... and before my eyes, watched them ( a husband and wife) come into our house, moving from room to room, lifting their hands in the air, shouting words I could not understand. I nearly freaked when they started calling "Angels" and "Jesus"... and talked all about blood and armies. I thought to myself "these people are worse nutcases than the ones I grew up with !!!"
As they left... the woman turned to me and said "If you have anymore trouble, shout to Jesus for help." And they left.
I think I had the oddest look on my face - Jesus ????? ... Jesus ???? who on earth was Jesus ??!!!!!!
Nothing made sense. I thought... I was losing my mind. I pondered the woman's words for a few minutes and then decided I was going to put it all out of my mind.
One night soon after, I was thrown across the room by something that was 'nothing' but I could smell the evil and feel the force... and as my daughter lay sleeping in her cot next to our bed, I was thrown across the room, lifted from my bed where my husband lay sleeping too. I felt myself being thrown into the wall near our bedroom door. The bedroom door started closing against me, squashing me into the wall. It felt like a huge massive force was crushing me into the very wall, and I felt myself losing grip, the pressure and pain was so incredible I just wanted to pass out. Yet, I knew that if I did, I would never see my husband or child again. It all happened so quick. I wanted to yell to my husband to save me, but the words would not come.
As I felt myself nearly passing out and losing conscious.. I was having trouble focusing on anything except wanting to surrender to the pressure, I remembered the woman's voice telling me to shout to 'Jesus' for help.
I am still really not sure to this day, if I yelled out audibly or not, yet as soon as I remembered the woman's words, I felt a scream from deep within me
"JEESSSUUUUUSSSSSSSSS HEELLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPP"
In a way that I can only describe as astonishing and still stunning to me, and something that even today I find hard to put into words, or describe, I felt a massive release...... the door suddenly flew back off away from me, the pressure lifted and a warm peace enveloped me... wrapping itself into me.
And I heard the words
"I love you. Don’t ever be afraid. I will never leave your side ".
I crumbled....I sunk down and cried and cried and cried....then, as I lifted my head to look around, still crouching near the bedroom door against the wall... I 'felt' and saw Jesus.
Him. The person the woman had spoken of.
Like a vision, an image, but so so so real.
My mind was twisting, I was in shock and could not comprehend, yet I felt a deep deep well of peace pouring over me, through me at the same time....
Everything stopped. I felt suspended in amazing calm.
I cried and sobbed "thankyou for saving me...." not really knowing anything more than feeling 'safe and loved'.
There was such an enormous flood of love that came directly into me from Him that I could not speak further.
Somehow, I knew then, that Jesus, whoever He was, was good beyond all I had ever tried to search for. THIS was the 'good' I had ached for all my life.
I felt as though somehow, this Jesus knew more about me than I could explain.
The gratitude I felt, was more than overwhelming. All my life I had been trying to run, to escape, to overpower the evil lurking that followed me everywhere.
"I owe my life to you."
After what seemed like hours feeling dazed and stunned, not being able to speak, I found myself effortlessly starting to talk to and with Him.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world to talk to him, I could feel Him around me.
I felt His smile. I felt His warmth. I felt as though sit there with Him, forever.
So.... I sat crouched on the floor of our bedroom for a long long time pouring out my heart, knowing inside myself that somehow, He understood, was listening. He answered me back simply with words that sunk straight into my heart. He kept telling me "I love you. You will not die, I did that for you."
As His words saturated me, my own words changed, and I began to speak in ways that I could not understand. It felt weird, but gooood. I knew I was saying thankyou, thankyou, thankyou...
I did not know what was happening, but for once, for the first time in my life... it felt GOOD. It felt SAFE. It felt PURE. I was not afraid.
It lasted a very long time, I did not want to let go... I just did not want it to end.
After a time, I realized that I was 'praying' ( I asked Jesus, what on earth am I doingggg ? and He answered... 'praying'.)
I could not sleep after that, I was in too much awe and shock, too excited, replaying this whole event over and over in my head all night, until morning. The presence of Jesus was still with me and He kept speaking with me, as though He was standing back, just watching me, and smiling.
As soon as I was able, I phoned the church, and when I told the woman what had happened. She started shouting .....
"Hallelujah Hallelujah.!!!!"
We both cried tears of happiness.
I realized....... my life... would never, be the same.
The Salvation of my husband
Instantly after Jesus came to me, my life changed. In dramatic ways. The evil still came, but as soon as it did.... I called "Jesus Help !" and before the words were barely out of my mouth, evil would leave.
A distance grew between my husband and myself.
As I kept trying to tell him of the pure Love I had felt when I met Jesus, I saw him recoil.
Then, one evening, I became fed up. I lost my stack. When I first came to Jesus, I had little knowledge; little knowing of what was what. All I knew, was Jesus was good. He loved me, and He had told me He would do for my husband, what He had done for me.
Soon, the church told me I needed to baptized, and so baptized I was. Then I needed a bible. So a bible I bought.
Then, I needed discipling and classes.... so off I went. I learned to pray every night.
The more I did this, the angrier my husband became. It seemed, life started going very wrong.
Evil still came, but the more heartbroken and disappointed I became in my husbands attitude, the more the evil came. It mocked me mercilessly.
Where had Jesus gone ?????
One morning, I awoke to find my husband gone.
By that time, I had borne my second child, a son.
I searched high and low until I found him.... in the arms of another woman. I was shattered, and devastated.
Where did the power of Jesus go ????
I cried, like a wounded animal. I begged the Lord to tell me, to show me, what was happening.?
He said to me "Stand strong Woman of My Father ".
That’s all I heard.
Around this time, I entered Bible College.
My husband came to visit me one day.... at college. He told me "I am sorry. Please help me ".
He was a broken man, and immediately received Jesus into his heart with another man praying for him.
He returned to us, to his family.
And life, went on.
Strange things still happened. I knew, that Fernando was struggling with evil. I became so angry at satan then.
I cried aloud to Him one night, in front of my husband and yelled "Show me what to do !!!! I can’t take anymore !!!".
At that very moment, my husband came to me, and as I broke down, with tears in his own eyes, he cradled me and held me, whispering his sorrow and repentance.
This now, is a little embarrassing to say publicly, but I shall because it is vital as part of the story to Fernando's salvation.
We made love that night.
It was beautiful, and it was wonderful at first. I felt very close to him... and then, right when I looked up into his eyes, I saw something, I had not seen before.
There was a flash of fire in them, it was.... the evil I had seen come to me, in him. I think I screamed in horror, but again, I don’t know to this day, if it was an audible scream or not. I saw evil, in my husband, and wanted to run from him as far as I could. His face contorted in front of me, and I felt a coldness run through my blood. I jumped up, and ran into my children’s bedroom, huddled, crying, praying. Beseeching "God, what do I do ?????"
Again, I heard the words "Stand strong Woman of God". Then, the familiar calmness and flood of peace came over me, paralyzing me almost and I knew, the presence of God.
He said "Do not run. I am with you, I will teach you and show you all I want you to do for Me, and for My son.".
Over the years, I saw my husband come to church, leave church, break down and cry out to Jesus, accept Him, and then later turn away in fear, saying that he could "never be free, satan will kill me if I try to escape".
It was heart wrenching to watch.
It was painful to bear.
It was most painful to watch this beautiful man who had a generous heart, who much of the time was loving, compassionate, funny as, loved children, who loved animals, who could fix almost anything for anyone ( and did ), who loved me and our children, turn and run from the Lord over and over again, in fear of being killed by the 'evil'.
Over the years, people gave up.
Over the years, people turned away.
Over the years, pastor upon pastor upon pastor, christian upon christian upon christian, told me "leave him. you have biblical ground."
He is not saved.
He is evil.
He has lost his salvation.
Run while you can. The evil in his life will destroy you.
I wanted to a few times.
But... I knewwww that if Jesus had delivered me, He would deliver my husband too.
He promised me He would !!!
I took it to Jesus.... time and time and time again.
He said "Stand strong Woman of My Father. Stay."
And so... I did.
I had no choice.
Meanwhile..... I received my papers of ministry, was heralded into a ministry team, I had my youngest daughter Isabella, we moved to Mount Tamborine as thats where the ministry team was outreaching to much of the time, and I spent more time there than anywhere else, at the direction and orders of my pastors and the church. Later, I resigned from ministry,... etc.
The Power of Love
When my youngest was only a few months old, my husband came to me and told me he was leaving again. He wanted a divorce.
I was in shock.
Again.
I asked him why. His words, I never forgot.
"eli, you're a good woman, Im bad man. I want to be good, but I just am not man for you or anyone. I try and try, but I bring too much trouble for your life and it kill me inside".
My heart was broken, I thought, beyond repair.
I went to God, and asked Him "Lord, what do I do now ??!!!!"
Audibly, very audibly I heard the answer
"Don’t stop your husband. He will return. Stand strong My daughter !"
When I told others this, my family, friends, they shook their heads.
One of my sister's began to have dreams and visions of what was happening. She stood by me.
I took it to other christians...
"No, that wasn’t God, He wants to bless you, not have you suffer."
So, I took it to prayer. more.
He said to me "Why do you ask ! I have told you ! Do not be conformed by the world My Daughter. Do not listen to the world ! Stand. I will deliver him !I will bring My son home to My heart. He will shelter under My wings."
People turned away, convinced that it was useless to talk sense into me.
I watched my husband leave, and sorrow sunk into my heart, but also a knowing that somehow, beyond what I could ever expect or imagine, either God would keep His Word to me and perform the miracles everyone said wouldn’t happen, or, I was going to be made the biggest fool of... ever.
That Christmas eve, my children and I traveled to my parent’s home for dinner. The rest of my family came also and so too, did Fernando.
As we sat down to eat, I turned to my husband and noticed a sad, almost panicked look in his eyes.
"What’s wrong Fernando ? "
He took me aside, and we walked through my mother’s garden. I could see he was very troubled and had something to tell me.
"Merry Christmas eli."
"Thankyou Fernando, you too. Now, tell me, what's wrong"
"Eli...... I receive my Christmas present today.... good Christmas present, huh."
"What are you talking about Fernando, you're not making sense"
He looked at me with fear pouring out of his eyes.
"They got me."
"Who 'got' you Fernando. Spit it out, tell me !!!"
"I am going to die eli."
He stared vacantly away from me. I think my heart stopped beating for a moment or two, waiting for him to tell me more.
"Today, I went to doctor. He tell me that I have cancer. He say I have only 10 months to live. I so sorry eli, for all the pain. Now, you forget me please. I release you from our marriage. I no good for you and my children. satan, finally get me."
All time stopped. Everything stopped.
I looked at my husband, and thought my own heart had folded into the ground beneath me, and with no words left, I walked away.
I felt an anger, a rage in me that I had not ever known, rise up from deep within my soul. I was at exploding point.
Alone in my mothers vegetable garden, just next to the swimming pool, behind the trees, where no one could see me, I screamed out to God.......
"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy have you forsaken us ??!!! Whyyyy Lord ??!!!!! What do I do now ??!!!!!
JESSSUUUSSS HEEELLLLPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!"
It was all, I knew how, to do.
I heard the clatter and laughing of my children in the background, my mother and father's voices chatting animatedly.
As I looked over, I saw Fernando had gone to sit back at the Christmas table and was sadly holding a glass of red wine in his hand whilst my father and brother in law's toasted Christmas. I was reminded of the last supper, and thought "Imp going nuts".
In that moment... Jesus said to me "Take him home.".
So, I did.
I was immensely relieved that although I could see Fernando fighting it, when I said "God has told me, to take you home. You don't have a choice Fernando.", he nodded his head.
Then, almost immediately, came the endless rounds of hospitals, doctors, prognosis's, and treatments.
You cannot live on bread alone
One evening, I stood outside, under the starry sky on Mount Tamborine. I was exhausted, having just given Fernando his latest round of medication. It was almost a 24 / 7 job, one lot of medication had to be given every 4 hours, and another lot, every 2 hours. The children were in bed, and the house was quiet.
I was sleep deprived, tired from work and the children... at my wits end. I stood blankly, staring into the sky not even having the energy to pray.
Earlier that evening, I had traveled down the mountain, and picked up three thousand dollars worth of bread, cakes and pastries, with the team the Lord had given me to be a steward over His ministry. I had a garage full of delicious food ready to be packed in the morning, and distributed to various churches, charities and throughout the community to the families in need. I had been doing this work for nearly 10 years both on the Goldcoast, and up in recent years, up on the Mountain.
I was sooo tired.
All I could say (to myself) was
"I can’t do this anymore."
I was too tired, to even cry.
I felt a soft touch on my cheek and thought it was Fernando, hobbled out of bed to come and join me. Inside I moaned.... because I knew, once he was awake, I would be up for hours again.
As I turned to look at him, it was not Fernando I saw.
It was Jesus.
He was right next to me, and yet, far away as in a vision.
He had a gentle demeanor about Him.
He held out both of His hands in front of Him, and had one of the loaves of bread, holding it, stretched outwards towards me...with both hands.
And then, I saw something, I shall never forget.
He looked at me with tears glistening in His eyes, and a gentle smile on His face.
As I looked at the loaf in His hands, I saw blood dripping from it. From the bread.
Jesus said to me "eli.... Show My Love to them. I did not spill My Father's blood, in vain."
He stayed like that for a long time... and I stayed stuck where I was, for what seemed like, eternity.
All I could say in my heart was "Help me Jesus. I can’t do it."
His answer was a smile, and the words "I will never leave you".
I closed my eyes, and prayed.
"Lord, help me. ".
And then, He gave me a vision.
He took me into the churches, behind the stairwells, into the homes of people, the lost, the crying, the broken, the lonely. I saw tears of blood. He gently reached out and kissed the eyelids of those who thought they had been forgotten. And I felt His deep love for them.
He took me into prayer, back to the prayers I had first started with the day He came to save me.
I did not understand what I was praying, but I knew that I was praying what He wanted me to pray.
Pray against witchcraft
At first, it felt soft and gentle, but as I prayed more and more, I could feel a burning within me. An anger started rising up again, within me. I was caught in the grip of prayer, and though my mind was saying "stop, go to sleep now" I could not.
And then He said
"Stand strong My Daughter. Pray against witchcraft".
I did not know what I was praying, but I saw visions of the Power of God moving on the mountain, moving in the hearts of men.
In a vision, I saw a huge black cat like Panther, spring out of no where, with talons and claws, onto my husband. At that moment, two huge angels of the Lord, one on either side of my husband appeared, and with one swipe of a sword, from one of the angels (on the left) I saw the panther fall.
Fernando and the angels stepped right over the panther, and were bathed in Glory.
I saw the big black creature again, lying across the main entrance to the mountain, in waiting, for cars to pass up the mountain road.
And the angels came again, exactly as they had, with Fernando, and slew the panther.
By this time, I was in deep prayer, I knew I was interceding. My prayers changed from english to the unknown and back again. I felt a fire burning in my soul and I just could not stop praying.
I saw men and women being devoured by the panther, and again, the angels would come, on either side of the person I was praying for, and slay the panther.
After a long time, the sense of urgency ebbed, and I started praising God.
My mind was filled with questions to the Lord, and He answered me... "the enemy of My Father's children’s souls wants to devour. I have come to bring them Life."
My husband fell in Love
Over the five years that God sustained my husband’s life here on earth, after he was diagnosed with cancer, I saw and witnessed many miracles.
One of them, was time.
The doctors gave him 10 to 12 months. They said this was the longest they had EVER seen anyone survive this type of aggressive cancer.
Fernando had a stroke. He was paralyzed all down one side of him. The doctors said he would not recover. Within two weeks, his face, his body, his speech, returned to normal.
All the tumors went.
Three times, people came to lay hands on him, annoint him with oil, and pray for his healing.
Each time, the tumors went down over night, and we was up walking, attending church, giving his testimony. God's love flooded into him.
More and more, each time.
Miracles.... do happen.
I chopped off my left hand big toe one day, under the lawnmower. It was blended to pieces and down to the stub. The bone was chopped off and cracked down to the very base. The doctors said 'well, that’s the end of your toe. Get used to it."
I knew in my heart of hearts, that God had given me peace about it and it would be restored.
The medical staff at southport hospital, on the Gold Coast looked at me like I was a poor deluded creature. This makes me happy to write about. Guess what. I have my toe back. Nail and all. There is just a slight tell tale sign, a slight 'wonk' in my toe.
When I asked Him why, He told me "So you know I am with you with every step you take".
As my husbands physical health grew weaker and weaker, I saw him change, before my very eyes.
He started to pray fervently for his children and me.
He started to speak out God's love in ways that mesmerized and stunned people.
He started to speak into people’s lives, words of knowledge and prophetic encouragement.
I started to smile.
It was bitter sweet.
We were not prepared for his death.
No matter how hard you try, nothing, prepares you for the loss of someone you love so dearly.
As I stood praying against witchcraft for all that time, I saw God move.....
I saw GOD MOVE IN THE HEARTS OF MEN AND WOMEN.
HE OVERCAME EVIL BY THE POWER OF THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB AND BY THE POWER OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.
A Love that lasts eternally
A few days before Fernando went home to be with the Lord, he ministered to my heart in ways I had only ever dreamed about.
He had always been a very caring, loving, generous soft hearted man deep inside.
I didn’t know much... but I knew that.
One day, just three days before he left us... he motioned me over to his bedside and took my hand.
He gazed into my eyes and said
"Meu amore, listen. Last night, I was praying for you and my children. Now, you are not going to believe what I say, but you must. You must. Do you hear me eli, you must. One day, you will see, these words will come to pass. I love you forever eli... meu amore, eu amo te para sempre".
I broke down, in a flood and cried.
Then he said to me
"You know, God told me to tell you something. You must listen.
It is very easy, for a man or woman of God, to be a man or woman of God in the sunshine.
You have been a woman of God in the storms.
God has shown me, your heart. He is proud of you and so... am I. Meu amore, the storms in your life, is nearly over. God will use whats we been through to show people His Love. He will. Believe it meu amore. Minha Carinha, I love you so much.
Eu amo te, para sempre." (I love you..forever).
Then he said....
"Do not be afraid. I know where I am going, I know who to, and I know why. Please, no be afraid me amore, Jesus,... is here,... for you. I will see you again, one day."
I could not let go of his hand.
I just could not.
I stayed with that beautiful Man of God until almost his last breath.
In the last few minutes of his life here, I could see him slipping away.
My heart was wrenched and screaming in the pain of losing him.
I fought everything and everyone to keep him alive.
They took the life saving tubes out of his body and I screamed in pain.
My heart I thought, had failed.
In the last moments, not knowing they were the last moments... I stepped outside to the balcony, where my sister was, praying.
Without a word of knowing quite what we were doing, both of us prayed in unison....
"Lord God, send your angels now, fill Fernando with Your Glory."
I walked back into the room..... reaching over to kiss his forehead, and time stopped.
He............. had gone.
I still cry now, writing these words...
Bitter sweet.
And yet.... filled with peace and love and awe and wonder and amazement at what God, has done.
A 20 year journey....
.....out of darkness, and into the light.
Until we meet again
The night before my husbands funeral (three days before Christmas, 2003), the pastor who Fernando had wanted to do his service, sent me an email.
On it, were words that Fernando had given him - John Latta, to read out at the funeral the following day.
They were, his last words to me here on earth.
And my own words flowed back...effortlessly.
Both, from him to us and from me to him, were read out at the funeral.
Here are.... those words.
A message from Fernando
I see the countless christmas tress around the world below,
With tiny lights like heavens stars reflecting with a glow.
The sight is so incredible,
Please my love... wipe away your tears,
For I am spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare,
With the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring, for it is beyond my description
To hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me...
I see the pain inside your heart,
But though I am so far away,
We really, aren’t apart.
So be happy for me, my loved ones,
You know, in my heart I hold you so dear,
Be glad and know that I am spending Christmas,
With Jesus, this year.
I send you my loves a special gift from my heavenly home above,
I am sending each of you a memory
Of my undying love.
Yes, Love is the most important issue in the stories Jesus told.
And now His love is mine here, so beautiful to behold.
Please, love and keep eachother,
As My Father said to do,
For I cant count the blessings
Of the Love, He has... for you.
So meu amore's... have a merry Christmas,
And please, wipe away those tears,
Remember I am spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.
My words... back to him.
We decorated the Christmas tree,
Last night and thought of you,
And how this year would be so different my love,
For all your dreams, have now finally, come true.
As we placed the shiny baubles on the tree,
We saw your heart shine even more,
And these words of love you left with us,
Just before you entered heavens door.
Even though the tears still fill our eyes,
With the ache of losing you,
It helps a little that we know
Jesus is spending Christmas time, with you.
I thank God for the time we had....
Your children, you, and I,
Eternal moments where God's love filled our hearts,
But its just so hard, not to cry.
Darling, the treasures that you left us,
Are worth more than all the silver and the gold,
In the last weeks your wisdom and your love
Were so beautiful to behold.
And if you don’t mind me telling everyone,
I fell in love with you over again,
By the time it came to leave us,
You were my closest friend.
Your children and I love you so dearly,
And we will hold you in our hearts,
We know that you are spending Christmas with Jesus,
And that we really... aren’t, apart.
Eu amo te para sempre Fernando.
Eu amo te para sempre, Jesus.
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And you know what ? I dont know much... but I know..... He Loves You.
Through all the years, tears, victory and challenges... there is one thing I have come to know.
It aint much - but its everything... and really, its all I know.
And whom I am now, has been born from this simple truth.
- Jesus really does love us.
- God, really does perform miracles
- God does not see, through OUR eyes.
- You don’t need to be a learned scholar or practiced in scriptures or doctrine, to see the power of God move in your life.
- Evil is evil. You cannot mix good and evil and call it good.
- God will and does sometimes work BEYOND His Word. He will FILL His Word with His Spirit, breathe Life into it and by His Power, go beyond it, to reach out, to bring His Children, Home to Him.
- witchcraft, really does exist. It is much misunderstood and people run for the hills screaming 'evil spirits' as soon as you mention witchcraft. don’t dabble or babble in it. Pray instead.
- One word of advice always...... DONT allow the enemy to fill your head with clever ideas and teachings to 'combat' the evil.. for it is NOT by our might, nor by our power (meaning insight, knowledge) but it is ONLY BY THE POWER OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.... AND THE POWER OF HIS LOVE AND HIS BLOOD THAT ANYTHING CAN EVER BE OVERCOME.
and finally this..........
with everything I have written above....
.... I do not know nor care, what head knowledge is, nor do I care if people tell me it’s right or wrong. I do care about one thing........
ONE THING
JESUS LOVES US
IF YOU ARE FACING A HARD TIME....... PLEASE DONT GIVE UP.... CALL TO JESUS 'HELPPPPP '.
HE HONOURS THAT PRAYER.
NEVER SURRENDER
KEEP FIGHTING..
AND WHEN YOU ARE WEAK AND WHEN YOU FALL... WHEN YOU CANNOT TAKE MORE.. WHEN YOU MESS IT UP, REMEMBER..... JESUS WILL BE THERE. HE WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU... AND GOD OUR FATHER, WILL CARRY US AND USE HIS FOOTPRINTS TO LEAD US INTO THE LIGHT.
GOD BLESS EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT EVER READS THIS TESTIMONY AND I PRAY RIGHT NOW THAT IT WILL BRING HEARTS INTO FREEDOM AND LOVE WITH HIM, THAT ALL RELIGIOUS BINDS WILL BE BROKEN AND PEOPLE WILL SEE, THROUGH THE EYES, OF JESUS AND DISCOVER THE POWER... OF HIS LOVE.
