A Wonderful Testimony of God’s Amazing Power!!!

MY PERSONALY TESTIMONY LETTER 8
Dear in the Lord
Grace, Mercy and peace to you from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord. It is indeed a privilege to meet you through this mail.
Prophet
Per Einar and Aina Jensen Healing and Miracles Ministries
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aina.karin@mirakeljensen.com

Miraclenes God.

I want to tell about a miracle that I have experienced. I worked at a factory in Kristansund named Heide. I was then in the beginning of the fourtieth and my work consisted and work with herring meal. The job I had was to place the straps on the pallet where the forklift truck had to lift on board to the boats. I stood and waited for the forklift truck and he came as usual with a pallet of herring meal. I stood between the quay and the other pallet where the forklift truck should put the goods.

On the edge of the quay, there was an iron girder and when the driver should place down the pallet, then the brakes failed and the forklift truck with the pallet with herring meal drove straight at me, so I was forced out to the edge.
Both my feet were stuck and I felt a gigantesque pain and I thought now I’ve cut off both of my feet. But fortunately, I had kept my feet and thanks to God for it.

One man called from the boat that; “you are breaking the feet to the man”. When the forklift truck drove back and my feet not were in pressure longer, I felt right down on another pallet that stood beside.

They carried me in a car and drove me to the hospital. When I came to the hospital the doctor did not know what he should do and they wanted to see how this went on after I had been in X-ray. There were no bones that were breached and the doctor said it came to be alot of colors, but it did not.

But I could not go so I had to go with crutches and it was very painful.
I had this crutches for a while. So I said to Jesus that I was not able to go on the churches more and I throw them away in Jesus name. In the beginning, it was so much pain to walk on my feet and to keep the balance, but I wanted not to give up, I stood on Gods promises and I was perfect healed. Hallelujah.
I have only two small marks on the legs and it is Jesus who has all the glory for it was a miracle. There were several hundred kilograms pressure which came against my legs.

As I personally think it was an angel that saved me. You who are doubting on God, I will tell you that Jesus Christ is yesterday and today the same, yes forever.

Per Einar Near Jensen

Linda’s Personal Testimony!

Thank Linda for her brave testimony to the Power of God! Glory Be To God!!!! This is a powerful testimony!

 

This is the complete testimony of the state I was living in and how God changed me in one day. When you read it, you will know more about my mistakes that anyone does at this time. I owned my home drove a nice new car and was raising a son after a bad divorce to his abusive father several years earlier. Men had hurt me a lot in my life and I thought I was doing pretty good on my own. But I was making mistakes left and right and looking death in it’s face. Here is my story.

Ya know how I got the holy ghost? I didn’t know there was one! I never heard people talk about it. I never really could conceive that God was as real as a close friend. I never could see him outside the bible. It’s like OK there is a God, He wrote the word to help us and guide us to him and tell us how to live. One day when I die I will meet him if I am saved. Then I stressed about how to know if I am saved. For years I got saved again and again and even baptized a couple times in the baptist church. But I kept sinning and I knew I was messing up. Also, reading the bible was so hard. BORING! I had no idea the new testament first 4 books was the same story told by 4 authors.

I read them wanting to know God personally and better and I thought to myself how repetitive the bible was. When I would read in the old testament I would get bored and confused about how strict God is and the law. But I promised myself I would read at least one verse a day every day until I got to know God better. So for a year I read at least one and usually a bunch of verses or chapters a day and also went to different churches once a week on Sunday. I didn’t know people went 2 and 3 times a week.

Even though in that year I was trying to find God and I had “accepted Jesus into my heart”, I was messing my life up. I had been in bad relationships even fell for a married co-worker/friend who was separated, but played between us both. At least he is who told me I could have a personal relationship with Jesus in a way I never had. But after finally telling him to stop coming around and let me get on with my life, I joined a chat line where you can meet people on the phone.

I was even approached by a female co-worker who wanted to date me and just showed up at my home. Funny how the devil sends trouble your way just when he knows you are weak and tired of being hurt. I did go out with her because I had been so betrayed by lying men. I even gave her a bible and talked to her about getting saved not realizing what a mess my life was and how far from the truth I was.

So on this chat line I met JimJohn. For a date he came to my home and did work on my roof and I fixed him dinner. The next day I met Gary. Both were simple dates, but Gary pressed me to date him and no one else. I called JimJohn to say I chose to date Gary and would not have a second date with him. He called me back later that evening and was very upset and wanted a second chance.

He was pretty upset that I would make my decision so swiftly and not give him a chance to show me his home and take me out. He was so upset about it and I had a date planned with Gary the next day. I was living 45 min. away and since the other man I was meeting the next day in his area, I reluctantly agreed to go ahead that night (what was I thinking?) and drive to the town JimJohn lived in to give him one last minute chance to change my mind. Here it was 10 pm and I drove there to meet him at a truck stop so he could lead me to his home. I didn’t even think for a minute about my safety.

It was May 20, 1996 and there was some flooding on 136 as I drove there and I felt the presence of God was with me. It was weird how I knew it, but it seemed a flash of light caught my eye in a weird way a few times and it drew me to see where the road flooded out and kinda got me to pay attention well. So I get the the station and he was there standing by a pay phone. (must have thought I stood him up) I went and said hi and he embraced me and I felt that he was sweaty and nervous. When he grabbed my hand he squeezed too hard, but I followed him to his home which was a few miles away and down some country roads to a dead end road.

As I pulled up at his home at the end of the road, the wind was blowing the curtains through his front windows. How strange I thought because that meant there were no screens. A large dog met us and I became afraid then at the site of this backwoods home on a dead end road. It seemed he and I were alone in the world. If he meant to harm me no one would hear my screams.

He walked me into the home and my countenance fell even more. There were June bugs flying around in there because of the windows being open and all over the walls hung all these weird antique devices that were used such as vice grips, knives with handles made out of deer antlers or other bones, and tools that maybe were used to work leather and punch holes in things.

I immediately thought of torture devices of a sexual sadist. I felt such a heaviness. JimJohn sat me on the couch across from the door and he grabbed my hand and held it tight. It hurt. He wouldn’t let go and he appeared desperate. I had not seen this in him when he fixed my roof and had dinner I made. Why had I chose to come here? I had never been so careless before.

He said he was so disappointed I had not given him the chance and he liked me so much and wanted to spend his life with me. He thought I was so beautuful and he wanted me so bad. It was as if I was the only one for him, the dream come true that about slipped away. He then talked of how lonely he was and had no one, no friends, no close family, his dad just died and they had been so close, he just lost his job that day, and he was considering suicide. OMG! The desperation and sense of doom was building in the room.

The whole time I listened I knew I was in a dangerous situation and I could feel God with me. I started talking about God and asking if he had a bible. He said his sister had given him one, but he really never knew God or read it. He never let go of me the whole time I was there which was about 2 hours. I focused on how God loves him and will help him etc. Looking around, I saw his bedroom right off the living room.

You couldn’t walk in the door but had to crawl across an unmade dirty looking bed because the room was the size of a large closet or better yet the size of the bed. I wasn’t used to such a home. I had thought when I agreed to go there that since I had to meet Gary at 6:30 am, I might stay on the couch if I felt comfortable and if not I would just sleep in my car where I was going to meet him. I wasn’t staying there for sure! That is if I could get out of there alive! Yes it seemed that dire to me.

I could see in the kitchen those same “torture devices” mounted on the wall along with some animal heads and feet. I saw a vice grip mounted on a cabinet door over the sink. I asked where the bathroom was so I could get away from him and think. He directed meto the room behind the couch. I opened the door went in and closed it. I was in horror the moment I did. I saw an open doorway across from the toilet with a room with a DIRT FLOOR.

The kitchen was off it to the left and he could have walked in there and saw me. Why on earth is anyone living this way I wondered? What is going on here? Then I saw a cockroach in the tub. I cried, but kept myself together. I was afraid right then that I would be tortured and buried in the dirt floor. I was praying to God to save me and get me out of there alive. I was asking him what to say and what to do. I really believe that if God had not been with me, I would be dead and I worry to this day about that man.

I thought that the only way I could make it out of there alive was to make him think I liked him. I mean this man was sweating bad and squeezing my hand so hard and so desperately. I decided to try and let him know I was choosing him and not Gary and I was gonna ask him to take me to breakfast to get us out of there.

I came out of the bathroom and started in with my plan. He again grabbed me tight and sat right by me. He also hugged me. I talked more about Jesus and told him not to even think of suicide because he was such a great guy and I wanted a chance to date him. I told him I felt so lucky that I came to meet him and that I wasn’t going to go meet Gary now. I acted like I could see us in his home and that moving in together right away sounded great. And then I asked him to take me to breakfast to talk more about our future.

And I assured him I would come back with him and spend the day with him. He agreed and I was so thankful, but didn’t feel safe yet. I felt he may be onto me and may try and kill me right then. I even felt scared he may sick his dog on me if he sensed I was trying to run. There was definately a weird tension and questioning in his mind. We walked to the door and toward our vehicles and I said I would follow him.

He questioned me about it and I told him I wanted to get some more gas in my car. OMG he said OK and he led me out of that hell hole. I went to the truck stop where we met and I did eat with him because I felt safe enough then to tell him over the meal that I would not date him and that this was it for us. He was very upset, but in a public place could not do anything about it. I encouraged him to seek Jesus.

This testimony does not end there. I drove to where I was to meet Gary. He drove a tri-axle gravel truck. What a second date, but I had agreed to ride with him while he worked. (Good grief I know!) Without going into all the details of the rest of my day, I still knew God was with me. I could feel it. And something very odd happened.

There was a cassette tape on the dash board and while we were driving with the windows open, suddenly the tape inside it started floating in the air and came right between us at eye level as we sat in the seat. Wow we thought that was weird how the wind must have gotten the wheels to spin and loose the tape. I picked up a pencil and tried to wind it back up but couldn’t and just gave up on it and put it down.

At the end of the day several hours later I was so beat having no sleep the night before. I drove home in my 1996 Dodge Avenger with my windows down. As I drove on interstate 74 W, suddenly the tape from a cassette was again right beside my eyes. I was in shock! I turned to see and sure enough the tape was lying in my back seat and the wind had unraveled it’s tape. What? Twice in one day? OK God what is up?!

Just for the record it never happened before or since even with one tape for me, let alone two separate tapes in two vehicles on the same day. Right?! I grabbed the tape and threw it in my purse and thanked God for saving me from the awful night and being with me. I knew this was God’s way of saying he was with me.

I got home threw the purse on the chair and was ready to go to bed but the phone rang. It was JimJohn he was crying, yelling, threatening to come there upset, devastated. I told him forget about me we were nothing alike. I told him I would never date anyone like him and was not interested and never wanted him to call again. He had left me several messages too and continued calling. I was so scared he would show up. What had I gotten into.

I called Keith the married man who had lied to me to date me and told him what was happening and how scared I was. Keith agreed to stop by and check on me on his way to work the graveyard shift. He came and comforted me, and offered to even call in if I wanted him to stay. I made it clear there was no way we would ever date again and said I was ok…

I just needed him as a friend but was adamant to break away from him as I felt he was staying around me to keep me from meeting anyone. He left after I said I was OK and I went to bed. Though Keith had betrayed me and his wife, I knew he cared about us both. He also was the one who told me I could have a relationship with Jesus whereby Jesus would be closer and more personal with me that a brother. I had been wanting that so bad once I heard that.

I awoke at 5:30 am May 21, 1996 so scared because I had had a bad dream. I had had a few end time type dreams that I felt God was trying to show me something. I called Keith at work crying and said I had this horrible dream and I was scared. He agreed to come by after he got off at 7 am. I hung up and went to the living room to sit on my couch and write out my dream. I had gotten in that habit recently. As I wrote the dream God began interpreting it to me as well. He used words that I wrote that I had never used before like “imp” “he knew not God” “the evil one” “sect”. After he told me the meaning of the dream I found myself on my knees with my arms raised praising him. I had never ever done that kind of thing as a Baptist. God was directing me bodily

God began telling me His son Jesus died on a cross to pay the price for my sins (I already knew this and had invited him in my heart) he told me I had done my will long enough and it was time I did his. Those were his exact words on the subject. I hadn’t thought I was doing such a bad job yet look where I almost ended up that weekend. God told me he had been with me this weekend and kept me safe and used me.

Then, God gave me a day vision. He allowed me to see myself on my knees with my arms raised praising him only I wasn’t myself exactly. I was covered in a red loose long garment like a sheet almost. I thought it looked like Casper the ghost only red not white. It covered me wholly except I saw eye holes and a mouth hole, but knew I was neither female or male in this image. He explained to me that this was Jesus protective blood covering me that he had told me about in my dream. My protection from the enemy.

I want to add that it’s not just one drop of blood when you are saved. You are covered in Jesus blood like a red garment, only God sees us (He told me this too) as white as snow because he looks at us through this blood and doesn’t see our sin when we repent and are saved.

Then, the most amazing thing happened to me. Suddenly a wind came from above me and entered me from above and whirled down through me and into my into my gut. I felt it’s power and felt it filling and washing through me. I was overwhelmed. I was overjoyed. I felt such a presence of God’s love. I continued praising him speaking so fast I could barely make sense of anything I said.

Likely this was tongues, but I didn’t know about tongues or being baptized in His spirit so I didn’t know what to call it. I certainly was changed and still feeling the spirit all over me even for 3 days after. But that day when Keith came, I was still talking really fast and excitedly. He said “Linda? What’s going on?” I said to him “That was the old Linda this is the new”. I had a rebirth experience for sure and I knew I was a new creature in Him. Later that day I went to the tape I had thrown in the chair and wound it up.

I played it right where it was crinkled from being unwound. It was a tape I had made and on one side right there was the song Stairway to Heaven. On the other side right there was a song by Michael W. Smith or Ray Boltz (I gotta look at it again) about the Blood of Jesus. God also led me to go to church that next Wed and testify. I had never been on a Wed. and didn’t know what kind of service it was.

It turned out that they really weren’t testifying but God was so strong on me that I cried some though it and at the end, I stood to ask if I could say what happened. I basically just said that I had an experience with God and knew that I was saved now and a new creature in Christ. They were all happy for me, but I didn’t feel the burden of telling leave me so I waited around and followed the Pastor to his office to be more specific about getting a dream, interpretation, feeling God, hearing God and knowimg He changed me.

This preacher at Calvery Babtist told me the devil gives us dreams and God doesn’t do that today. (!) He warned me that I needed to stick to the bible and what it says in there. (by the way the bible supports my experiences all of them) I left there feeling so let down. I started to question what God had done. God was so good though that he even caused me to watch the local religious channel out of South Bend IN. channel 40 and back to back two preachers came on talking about dreams and visions and telling me not to let the devil steal what God has given me. Kenneth Hagin was one and I bought the book “I Believe in Visions” that he taught out of.

Then the Lord directed me supernaturally to the next church which was non-denominational. I called before my first visit there to testify and find out if they would reject me. Instead of rejecting me they taught me what happened and when I came, they gave me the book “The Blood and the Glory” by Billy Brim to explain the power in the blood of Jesus.

So many more exciting things have happened in my walk and I truly believe that though I had asked Jesus in my heart many times before, that this day was the day of my salvation. And I believe with all my heart that those who earnestly seek this kind of relationship with God will find favor with him and will find it.

I believe you must find it to truly be saved. Not everyone will have the same dreams, visions or feel the same wind or have the same experience, but I believe you will know that you have been adopted and accepted by God when this does happen. I believe you will speak in tongues even if a moment and you will know the holy ghost has come to live inside you.

My dream that God interpreted was a description of the dire state of my life and the war that the enemy was fighting for my soul. I’ve added it for you below. I have had many dreams, words, and miracles from God and I am no one special as you can see by how I was living my life. But now I am changed. Thank you Jesus.
You may share this if you like if you will please credit me and my profile link. http://www.myspace.com/evez27

Linda

The Saving Blood of Jesus Dream

 

During a period of reading the bible for a year trying to get closer to God, a friend told me I could have a relationship with Jesus. He said it would be like talking to a friend as we were.
I was trying to get close to God, but my life was full of sin even though I accepted Christ. One weekend, I had been all the wrong places but felt God with me. He gave me signs that He was there. Then I woke at 5:30 am on May 21, 1996. Another end time dream. I was so scared and knew I had to write it down to understand it. I began writing and as I did, God began interpreting the dream. He showed me I was in my parent’s home and there was this girl at my feet. She was turning gray and dying. I was trying to get her to come with me to ‘our people’ the good sect. She was too afraid to leave there. She was afraid of him.

Then a voice came from the other room. Very scary voice that said “where do you think you are going? You are mine!” God interpreted that was the evil one. I told this girl we had to go! I had to pull her and drag her and on our way out I knew we needed to grab some clothes as we were only in shorts and halter tops. I grabbed some sweats and God interpreted this was our protective clothing. God told me to notice I only grabbed one outfit. He said the girl was me! He then said the protective clothing was the BLOOD of Jesus.

Then I fell to my knees and raised my arms to praise Him. I had never done that before. God spoke to me that I had done my will long enough and it was time to do his. I was His and His son died for my sins to give me this protective blood that saves me and protects me from the evil one. He told me I am a new creature in Christ. He then gave me a day vision of the blood of Jesus covering me.

Exodus 12:13 and the blood shall be for you to a token upon the houses where you are; and when I see the blood, I will pass over you, and the plague shall not be upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt.

Be Blessed!

Personal Testimony

Hi my name is Tina Bradley and I would like to share with you my journey with the Lord. My life as a child growing up in a dysfunctional family, living and striving on conditional love from parents and thinking that it was a normal way of living only brought me to a place of loneliness which led to many years of being in torment.

Religion in my family consisted of a few short years of my mother being involved with the Seventh Day Adventist Church. Along with many regulations, laws, and a certain way of living, I had my mother being the self-righteous (good) and my father was a mean, cursing, never show his love, distant and cold towards us.

Really it was like having in a sense Jesus and Satan all under one roof. Mom was saved and trying to work her way to heaven and Dad was not saved and it showed in his actions towards all of us.

My teenage years were very rebellious and I was looking for acceptance and love in all the wrong places. What I found out was I did not find love but others who used and abused me in every way. I wanted so much to just get out of the house I found someone at the age of 16 who was in the army which I loved or at least thought I loved and that was my ticket to freedom but in the end it led me to another road of torment and bondage.

I married when I turned eighteen years old and moved up to Alaska only to isolate myself away from any of my family and friends people who knew me.

I dated my ex-husband for two years before I married him so I thought it was long enough and that I knew him well but I didn’t. He had a drinking problem and I should have seen it before we married but I wanted so much to be away from home or anything that had to do with home I just didn’t think about that being a problem plus when your eighteen drinking is cool no big deal.

He was verbally, mentally, emotionally, and physically abusive to me and for a couple of years I went through ups and downs in my marriage. Things got so bad that I didn’t even care if I died.

We had a little girl during our marriage and I kept thinking to myself I could not see her growing up in this and I wanted a better life not so much for my sake but for hers. She kept me alive and fighting.

I picked up what pieces I had left of my life and left with my daughter. I was angry, bitter, shattered, and lost. I had no hope.

I thought to myself why is it so hard for people to love me why do I have to try so hard what is so wrong with me?

I started to party go out with friends. There I found friends that were cool and that liked me so I was happy well at least for the time being. Dating and hanging out at the clubs was my lifestyle for a few years. I worked hard as a single parent and felt that it was ok to enjoy myself.

I did my duties as a mom well being the provider but then I started asking myself am I really being a great mom it’s not like I had good role models growing up. I smoke, drank, and I clubbed often. Although my daughter was not around any of the lifestyle she did see little of me and more of the babysitter.

I kept the drinking and party life away from the home front but it still affected her. Mom was not around much and that was wrong. I always dated the wrong guy one who was abusive and I could not figure out why I would attract such people.

So long story short abuse after abuse guy after guy it was like I was being gutted from the inside out.

I kept thinking to myself is this it? This is life? This is what everyone goes through, then what is the point of even living?

My sister left the house at a young age also. She was taking drugs, drinking, stripping, and it left her in ruins until God came into her life. God changed her life and I seen that change.

Even though for a long time I did not care but then after a while I looked at her and thought to myself what is going on with her? She is different. She’s happy.

I am not. At that point I had moved from Alaska to Tennessee and had lived there up until just a couple weeks ago when I moved here.

I would visit my sister in Ohio often and every time she would insist I go to church. Well to be honest, I could care less about church and I would get so sick of her bugging me about going I would go just to shut her up.

She attends the Newark Baptist Temple in Newark, OH. Little did I know that all those years my sister prayed for my soul, not giving up hope for me she knew I needed Jesus and she was not going to give up on me.

I could see something happening in my sister’s life and I wanted that also funny thing is I did not want the church, Jesus and I did not want to be the bible thumper either.

I did not understand it was God changing my sister’s life not her changing her own. The first few times I went to the church I felt really out of place everyone was dressed funny and you could tell I did not fit in there.

But much to my surprise everyone was so very nice to me and when I say nice I mean like really nice to the point I was like what is wrong with them they are to nice to me they don’t know me and if they only knew my past oh my gosh they would really not want anything to do with me! If they only knew where I came from that would change their minds.

They enjoyed having me there so much after a while I started to enjoy being there. I started to look forward to going so that I could get all the free hugs and hand-shakes I was like a kid in the candy store! Seems like the place to go I always seem to have people treat me mean so I enjoyed the attention they made me feel loved.

Now I still went out to the clubs and went to parties I even lit the cigarette as I left church services, but that is when things started to change in my life.

In June of 1999 I gave myself to the Lord. I remember it was a guest speaker who sat up on a stool with a lump of clay in his hands and I thought this is crazy what is he doing up there.

I listened and then something in me sank. I felt that I was the only one in there and that the preaching was just for me. I was so overwhelmed and didn’t even know why at that point but I started to cry.

I tried to hold back the tears but I could not I felt so embarrassed and I was so ashamed still not understanding why at the end of the service they did the alter call well I was not going to go I was afraid embarrassed confused well prideful and I was just going to sit there.

But something in me was saying go forth and I felt this pull like someone or something was pulling on my shirt pulling me out of me seat and I got freaked out I was fighting it crying all the way and then the moment came, my sister looked at me knowing what was taking place with tears streaming down her face she says:

“If your afraid I will go with you” and then she took my hand and we left the seats. I confessed I was a sinner in need of Jesus Christ and I got saved. It would take me a very long time to tell of everything Jesus has done in my life and is still doing.

I can not put into words what love can do to a person’s life how it can change. The love of my sister and her church brought me to Jesus. I am humbled at his forgiveness mercy grace and his endless love for me.

One year ago I was told by my husband who is Chris Bradley that God loved me no matter what I have done and that he knew what he got when he scooped me into his arms.

I have had my moments and from my past I had a wrong view of God and his love I thought that I had to earn or work my way to, change on my own, get good to get to God and I knew of him but did not have a relationship with him.

I knew things about him but it was not a personal relationship. I view God like I viewed my parents love as being conditional. If I did good then God was happy but as soon as I messed up then it was run as fast as I can away from God.

But in these few shorts months I learned that it was fear keeping me from my relationship with him. How can someone become friends with another if he or she is afraid of them? It’s possible but not the way God intended.

After learning and the Lord showing me in many different ways just how much his love towards me was pure perfect and complete I started to understand that all he really wanted from me was my heart with no strings attached!

Just me all of me the good bad and ugly even everything in secret. And when I started to fall in love with him I wanted to do things that were pleasing to him not doing them out of fear of what he would do to me.

Now it’s love not fear that motivates me and I am after his heart not his hand. I want to see his face and just simply hang out with him. I want the real deal! And everyone I come into contact with I share what he has done in my life, I want them to know that what he has done for me he will do for them also. Thanks be to God for my salvation and to him be all the Glory.