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My life is an intresting one, maybe when i have time to actually write ill put it up, but its nice to know someone wants to listen ^^ thanx Jewlz^^

Alrightie this may be a bit long!!

I started off life like any other kid. Well I thought it was like that, my mum's always had the help the injured dog syndrome and carried it onto people, picking up drug addicts, dealers, and basically anyone who needed help. So I've had drug addicts and dealers around me for a lot of my life, I went to school and had the normal "no-one likes me" thing-o but I was wrong. Anyway, I was just starting to get to a point where I really liked where I was living and my neighbours, then... my mum wanted to move all the way to Balina! (Nearly in the next state) it was a long drive and one of the drug dealers helped us. I thought my cats died on the way up. This was one of the worst things to happen to me lol but later on in my story you'll see this is one of the easiest. Now in Balina I didn't really get on with the kids but that wasn't the problem, we moved up their because my mums 28yr old neice needed help because she had cancer. We moved in payed half of everything. She had a terrible abusive boyfriend who yelled abuse at me and my mum so we basically where held under seige in a small room for a year and a half with him getting drunk and yelling at me and calling me fat. (If you saw a picture of me I'm not fat) but he made me believe it, he made me very insecure in who I was, anyway we moved out and had peopel below us who made life hell.

We adventually moved out from Balina thinking all the bad stuff was behind us. We where very wrong, I can only explain a fraction of all the things which went on in east nowra when we moved their. We thought it'd be a better start but the very night we moved in we got robbed. (Valintines day: someone wanted something for their sweet heart. XD) We came to know Tony and Mathew the people across the road.. Tony was the local drunk, and Mathew was the kid 3yrs older than me that was less mature than me. My mum forced me to be his friend, and you'll see he becomes a terror later. Next door to us to the left was a post-natile scitzopherinic physco who on several occasions tried to kill her boyfriend once throwing knives at him. They constantly screamed at each other... Now to the right we had the child who beat his mum. Across from them next to tony and mathew was the wife beater, then on the other side was the local drug dealers who liked to injure old men. Oh to top it off behind us was the werido old man who kept putting rat posion over our yard to try and kill our cats. and from time to time the local lebonise man who carried the most weridest weapons would start a fight out front (Werid weapon as in 18century maces, swords, guns, barbed sticks, etc. he'd just walk around with them.)

Now I'll highlight a few occasion but every night their was screaming and some drama going on... In time everyone one of these people screwed my head up some.

I use to have to go to sleep to the sound of breaking stuff and people screaming, it screw with you over time... But anyway onto things that happened.

The drug dealers once pushed their grandparents down the stairs which was pretty screwed up, but that didn't really effect us, the next door neighbour turned on my mum (she was friends with about all of them, trying to 'help' them) and she kicked and smashed at our doors threatening to kill us all.

Over time Mathew started hating me because I was friends with someone he didn't like so he tried to beat me up and one night his dad got drunk and they both held out house under seige as he ran around our house trying to break in to beat the crap out of all of us. I can always remember when he jumped up against the window of which we sat screaming "HEARS JOHNNY" That was really messed up.. He threatened to burn my mother alive with the petrol can he had in his hand.

Now what else? Hmmm.. Well they did that again another night, and these seiges went on for 6 hours or so, when the police come they went home and pretended we where lying about what was going on. And it wasn't until Tony passed out did it stop.

another time the wife beaters wife was over our place having a girls night, the wife beater himself came over screaming abuse she told him to just get lost, he didn't take it too good. A side note I had both their daughters in my room baby sitting one 5 the over 7, now he came back broke in proceeded to slap his wife down and stomp on her head until a pool of black blood came from her ear, he left when he herd police and me and his daughters watched it from the corridor, I was frozen in fear. He then came back with a Machette to finish everyone in the house off he left large hack marks in the walls and doors, he adventually went home and poored petrol throughout the house and threatened to burn everyhting down when the police came to arrest him.

Somewhere in all this crap I got sexually abused and saw a man being killed in the street out front by that lebonise fellow well not killed but clubed to death by a bat with a nail until he was in a pool of his own blood then left for dead. Which i don't really want to go into detail about. These are a fraction of all that went on.

But towards the start of this I started going to church. Whcih was a change becuase you could almost say I was an occult member with some of the things I was intrested in.

I had an angel through these time, her name was deborah she was I believe Gods messenger to me, I wanted to kill myself many times through out this, and I felt God healing touch whenever she'd just sit and listen to me. I got through it but I had depression and relapse of memories.

Over time God healed me and made me strong again, then I made the mistake of falling deeply in love with Deborah, in the end I got burned because she moved away and that cut deep.

I then found someone else a yr later they burned me but have shown me a better way. Waiting, they lent me the book boy meets girl. Which shook my world.

We got out of east nowra, within these times about a years or two before I told deborah I really liked her, but the damage was done my mum use to get abuse and beat me because she couldn't handle all the problems in her life. (It was a single parent family since I was born, so she had no-one to talk to so she took her fustration and anger out on me) she use to cut me so deep telling me I was the reason for all her problems. and so on. She kicked me out of house a few times sending me to live on the streets becuase she hated me. The truth was she hated herself.

But the funny thing is God will take away anything that you put above him. For a time I put friends above him, he took them all away and I got depressed because they are the only thing I care about on this earth. Only thign that I'd regret not having in heaven. (Because they wouldn't be dead yet) But yeah. That about all, this is a really breif outline of all the stuff that's happened.

Theres a lot of lesson in my life you can learn, but theres some key ones I want to point out.

-Having God, doesn't mean your life is easier, it means it could be harder. God isn't the cure to your problems, his the escape from. The difference between the saved me and the unsaved me is that I had someone to turn to and talk to no matter what time, what day and he never fails. Unsaved people don't.
-Everything on this earth can fail, and most likely will fail you at some point. But God DOES NOT.
-God will never point you through more than you can handle. Example: My birthday had gone forgotten for a few years and I told God that I couldn't handle another birthday left unnoticed, and got to church and my friends baked me a cake... it was great... and then I went out for dinner with a friend nath and we ate maccas with knives and forks, and suits. It was great. XD
-You can either do it the God was or the hard way. You can either try to shoulder all your problems until you get so broken so hurt that you go Gods way, or you can just go Gods way. I choosen the latter of the two too many times. Don't make my mistake.
-Blaming God doesn't fix anything, don't do it in problem times trust me.
-You can see from all this I should be screwed up emotional emo kid. But you see, you can choose to be beaten by life or get with God and defeat life. You can choose to be controlled by or control your emotions. It all up to you. Choose the right path.

Good bless,
you know basic outline of my life now.
~TTH

Ok thank you ^_^ Well I was thinking of making a sticky for testimonies becuase their good to hear, but never got around to it bcause I was going to write my testimony up so the topic had something in it but you beat me to it so I stickied it XP

But yeah.. I cut out a good 10 - 15 events as bad as some of those to make it short lol XD

By sophomore year, I had started going to the local Baptist church instead of the Catholic church (which was a long struggle between my mom and me... but that's a different story entirely). There, I met an older guy (he was 20 while I was 17), and we started showing interest in each other while I was still dating my boyfriend. The boyfriend made me mad one time, so I dumped him and tried to start dating the older guy, but my parents did not want me dating someone in college while I was in high school. So being the rebellious teenager I was, I sneaked around with him. Long story short: Parents found out, I was in trouble. HUGE trouble. I was crying and gasping and hyperventilating when my parents came to talk to me about it because I was absolutely certain I was going to kill myself later that night; I just thought it would be impossible to go on with life after that. The parents yelled, grounded me, and left, and I proceeded to write a suicide note.... Late that night when everyone was asleep, I tried but found I could not do it, so I just cut myself again... but that was one of the last times. Here's where it gets good.

A few weekends later I went on a Disciple Now retreat (I love D-Now!!). The focus of the retreat was worship; not just musical worship, but living your lives as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God (Rom. 12:1). I finally gave everything to God and told Him I would wait until He wanted me to date again -- this was a major turning point. For the first time, I tasted true worship, and it was wonderful.

That summer, I dated two guys who were not Christian. By the second one, I could feel God telling me I needed to break up with him, and even my youth pastor was concerned and telling me the same. I didn't listen to either of them, though, and I got burned pretty badly by both guys. After the second guy, I really broke down before God and truly said that I would wait until He called me to date someone.

For quite a few months, God took away all my friends so I would know how to completely rely on Him instead of them. That was tough, but I grew closer to God because of it, and for that I'm grateful.

Senior year, I felt better every day. I was growing close to God and a very godly family that I now consider my own family. Though it was hard, I kept my promise to God not to date and eventually felt God's calling not to date at all; I obeyed. I eventually got out of therapy and weened off my medication.

I spent about six months out of therapy, but this year, I gained a little bit of the "Freshman Fifteen" that's common in most college students, which triggered some of my old feelings of low self-esteem. I'm back in therapy now because I didn't work out every issue last time, but this time I'm completely dedicated to making things better so I can be the woman of God that He wants me to be. Things are hard, and sometimes there's so much pain and hurt inside of me that I just feel like I can't take it. It's then I run to God and cry in His arms. The storm is raging on, but if this is what I have to go through in order to glorify God, I will do it. As Steven Curtis Chapman sings... "Bring it on, let me be made weak so I'll know the strength of the One who's strong."

Well, that's about it. I may have skipped over a few parts, but you get the gist of things.... If you've even read this far. If you have, bravo! If you haven't, I certainly don't blame you. Man, this thing is long....

Wow, punk.... That's really cool.

IDK if you would consider this a testimony but my parents think it is...tell me if you think it is or not...


Well...when i was 25 days old i had some surgery on my stoumach cause evrytime i ate something i threw it up (the hole that lets the food into your stomach wouldnt open).......Then when i was 8 months old i had Cranial Myopic Surgery on my head, (NOW I HAVE A SCAR THAT GOES FROM EAR TO EAR), because my head was forming too quickly. The doctors said I would have to learn evrything that I had already learned over again, but came out of the surgery the same way I went in just with staples in my head...



Once again, my parents think that me BEING ALIVE is a testimony itself... Tell me what you think.