From Muslim to Christ
Dena JohnsonCrosswalk.com blogspot for Dena Johnson of Dena's Devos
- 2015 Aug 12
~~Oh my goodness! I have been overwhelmed! Thank you so much to everyone who wants to tell their story! I have shed tears as I read the stories of God's faithfulness! I can't wait to share each and every one with you.
I wanted to start with Yasmen's story. What an amazing testimony she shares! There is so much that I love: her courage in the face of danger, standing firm in her faith as she looked death in the face.
But you know what else I love? Her garden angel. That precious neighbor who cared enough to befriend a young child. The lady who showed love in simple, yet profound ways. The one who planted seeds of faith in a little Muslim girl.
Scripture teaches us that they will know we are Christians by our love. How are you showing love to others today? You never know when you might be someone else's garden angel!
The Lord chose me out of my family of five kids. I was born and raised Muslim. I was five or six when the Lord brought a friendly neighbor lady into my life.
Her warm caring spirit fed my soul as I was starving for love and attention.
I helped her with her garden and in exchange she gave me the biggest most beautiful Bible I ever seen. My "garden angel" I was convinced was praying for me as we were both on our knees pulling weeds.
Fast forward I escaped death when my father pointed a gun at me and swore he would shoot me in the head. That was age 13. Foster homes, being disowned and living life with the Lord leading me by my hand, I survived.
At 57 years of age I have grown and matured in my walk with the Lord. He continues to feed me His words. I long for His ways in everything I do.
I have never felt more loved in my life.
So many adversities, yet so many blessings. Finding my purpose in the Lord is all I ever wanted. He is faithful and His word does not return void.
I may have lost my biological family, but I was given a new life with so many Godly women as sisters in Christ.
Hope, never give up!
There is so much more to my story. What I want to share more than ever is that His love never fails. He remains the same forever.
He longs for us to be in relationship with Him.
No matter what happens in life, no matter how terrible or heart breaking, know that our God heals and restores. He makes us whole. He weaves the beautiful pieces together of our tapestry into a beautiful master piece.
He turns ashes into beauty.