Testimony

What now?

Maggie’s Testimony

I am grateful to be alive. God saved my life. I do not believe in coincidences. I believe that the devil tried to take me out and God saved me. Sometime in the middle of June 2019 something would happen in my life that would change me forever, mentally, emotionally, and most of all spiritually. I awoke in a hospital room. I did not know why I was there or what had happened. Turns out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said it was the size of a lemon. It had been growing for at least the past two years. I do not remember what happened. I have talked to my friends and my neighbor. They shared with me that I was walking funny, talking about sex a lot, and walking around my house half naked. I forgot to pay my bills, my rent and most of all I forgot to take care of my son. I guess I forgot about feeding him and sending him to school. My friends knew that there was something wrong. A couple of them tried to have me committed on a 72-hour hold. They tried twice but each time I told the doctors that I was ok. I guess around May I started isolating myself. I did not even realize that my ex-husband, Adam, had come to take my son away from me. He had to. Social services had gotten involved. They were getting ready to take him away and put him in foster care. God was still working. A friend of mine called Adam and told him what was happening. He got my son out of here before social services got him. Keep in mind that I did not know what was going on. I do not even remember Adam taking my son away. I remember being in the hospital room. I was being evicted from my apartment. I sent my daughter to go get my things. She was only able to grab a box of pictures, a bag of makeup and a few items of clothing. I lost everything else, my home, my belongings, and my son. I ended up staying in the hospital for about two weeks. I was sent to a rehabilitation center. I could not walk on my own, I needed a walker. I could not remember the last five years the last five years of my life. I found out later that when someone brought up something in the past it triggered a memory. I still cannot remember the last five years and I do not remember anything about my behavior. Friends have shared with me the things I was doing, but those things I do not remember. Maybe it is God’s mercy. Anyway, I was at a rehabilitation facility. I was struggling to find the right words to say, I was using a walker to ger around and the nursing staff had to bathe me. I had lost everything, but I was still alive. It was in this facility that I turned to God. I would spend time in His Word and in prayer. I would share the goodness of God to all who would listen. I did the physical therapy and the occupational therapy. After I had been there about a month they were trying to figure out where to send me. They ended up sending me to a recuperative facility for homeless people. I was supposed to be for just twelve days. I ended up staying there for two months. I was still using a walker to walk, but now I could bathe myself. I continued to press in the Lord. God was still working. God had two believers that worked at the facility. They encouraged me and I encouraged them. He started to use me to minister to the staff and to the patients. My roommate wanted to help me by showing me how to work the system, telling them that I was sick and to schedule lots of doctor’s appointments. I could not lie.  I was believing that God was going to do a miracle. That He was going to find me a home to live in, that I was already healed and that He would take care of me. I knew God was working. I started to walk around the facility, praying and worshipping the Lord. I had a peace that was beyond understanding. I trusted that God would take care of me. My friend would pick me up on Saturdays and take me to church. He knew the importance of fellowshipping with other believers. I knew that people were praying for me. I continued to get stronger, physically, and spiritually. After about a month and a half the social worker at the facility called me to her office. She told me it was time for me to go. She offered to send me to a homeless shelter. In my heart I knew that was not God’s best for me. I remember it was a Thursday. My friend was having bible study at his house. My plan was to have them send me there so that the people at bible study could pray for me. I was still trusting that God had something for me. As I was packing the few pieces of clothing that I had, the social worker came into my room, “What are you doing,” she asked. “I am packing,” I said. “you don’t have to go yet,” she told me, “you got a two-week extension.” That two-week extension turned into another month. I continued to pray and worship. God’s peace continued to fill me. Did I have some nights where I cried myself to sleep? Of course, I did. There were thoughts of discouragement and hopelessness, but I was careful to not confess those thoughts. I cried to the Lord. I know that He heard me. His joy strengthened me, His peace clamed me and His Word guided me. I had a small group of friends that encouraged me and prayed for me. They were there for me. I was talking to one of my friends when he started questioning me, are you getting stronger, are you walking without your walker? Three times we had that conversation. Little did I know that God had shown him that a home was coming. I did not know that his sister was praying, fasting, and crying out to the Lord. I need someone to pray with me, she cried. God answered her prayer and mine. She opened her home to me. God continues to bless me and take care of me. He is my healer, my provider, my hope, and my salvation. I am a walking, talking and blessed miracle. I know that He will restore everything that the enemy has stolen.