I have the worst testimony ever.
At least, that’s what I used to think.
There’s no moving brilliance about being pulled from the pits of despair. There’s no drug use or living on the streets, no emotionally heart-wrenching abuse or moment between life and death where I saw Jesus.
My testimony was boring and I never liked sharing it.
I came to an understanding that I wanted to follow Jesus Christ as my savior when I was six years old.
How would I describe it? Underwhelming, probably.
There was no big epiphany. There was no glowing light or warm fuzzies.
There was only Jesus. There was no other option for me– I would follow him for life because that’s what I knew to be right.
So I always hated sharing my testimony because it wasn’t emotional enough. It wasn’t dangerous enough. It wasn’t riveting and brilliant and “worthy” of being called a testimony.
But here’s the thing– even at six years old, I did make a choice between life and death. And lucky for me, I made it before I had to live through the harsh realities of this world and all of the pitfalls that can befall man. I chose life.
And ever since, God has been working on me, changing me and molding me into the person he would have me be.
Has life been perfect? Absolutely not.
And that’s where my testimony is.
My testimony is the moment on Easter Sunday when I was thirteen years old and I finally realized exactly what it meant for Jesus to sacrifice his life for me.
My testimony is the tumor on my brain that God healed through the guided hands of a surgeon when I was twenty.
My testimony is the infertility issues that plagued my marriage and the blessings and miracles that have resulted in my sons.
My testimony is the daily twists and turns of life, the choices I make, the will of God, and how I relate the two.
My testimony is the blood of Christ that was shed for me, just as much as it was shed for everyone else.
My testimony isn’t one moment– it’s a life full of Jesus.
It’s beautiful. It’s tragic. It’s emotional. It’s riveting.
It might not feature the drama that some others have, but my testimony is a deliverance from sin, the redeeming of the blood, the moment when I was created and God said, “I love you.”
It’s a testimony I’m proud to share.
Share with me: What moments in your life speak to your testimony?
12 responses to “The Worst Testimony Ever”
The worst moments, when in spite of everything I can still believe that God cares.
Amen, brother. Amen. 🙂
I love this, Jenny. I was baptized as an infant, raised in the Bible from moment one, and my testimony isn’t exciting–except to me. I have moments throughout my life where I clearly see God’s hand. I saw it as a child. I see it as an adult. Thanks for sharing this. 🙂
I think the longer we live the more exciting it becomes. Well look at that– I just thought of a new reason to embrace getting older– more opportunities for this testimony of life to manifest itself! 🙂
Knowing Jesus at a young age is the best testimony anyone can have!
Amen, Mike! I’m so grateful that I came to Christ early. While I’ve made many bad decisions in my life, I know that coming to Christ young helped steer me away from several bad choices I could have made. I pray that my boys will all come to know Jesus young, too!
I LOVE this! I used to think exactly the same thing – that “good” testimonies had to be worldly and dramatic and full of awfully dark things. But the older I get, and the closer I grow to Jesus, the more I realize that YOUR testimony is the one I wish I had. It’s the one I pray my son will have. And the one I admire most.
And I’m not just saying that. In this day and age, a life of aiming for purity is not only rare, it flies in the face of what the world tries to tell the church (and what the church often believes): That everyone has to be bad / rebel / backslide before they REALLY know what grace is. It’s a fallacy that keeps many people stuck in the dark, if you ask me.
So from me you get *Applause*! (And any tips you have for how / what your parents did to help you see the truth so young, please tell me. I’m listening).
Bless you, sister. Such an encouragement to me today!
Thanks, Aimee. I might not have the drama that others have, but I’m just as much of a sinner as everyone else– I’ve been redeemed, too!
I don’t know if there’s anything specific my parents did (all of us kids came to Christ very young), but I know that we were raised in a house where there was simply an understanding that Christ is the only way.
My husband and I love the Jesus Storybook Bible. We read it to our kids nightly, and it drives home how every story in the Bible points us to Christ. Might want to check that one out.
I love how the same God gives each person so many different testimonies of His love and grace that we can share, to reach different people, in different circumstances. Friday I’m sharing my Photography Testimony with the MOPS ladies. That’s one I love to share and one that clearly has Jesus written all over it!
Funny how I used to think that my testimony wasn’t “worthy”! Have fun at MOPS. I’m sure they’ll love hearing you speak!
i felt the same way. i took this evangelism class in seminary and we used this tool to tell others about jesus called the Net. (casting a net….) anyway, i was embarrassed that my testimony was so white bread. people coming off drugs, stopping lives of crime, etc….that was NOT me. my parents were christian, took me to church. i accepted jesus at the tender age of 7. yet, angels rejoiced just as much as they do for everyone! there is no degree of testimony, praise the lord!
Amen and amen! If only I had realized that in my teens and 20s when I thought my testimony was the most boring on earth!