My Life Is His Testimony

By Coria Brock

In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world (John 16:33b, NIV) I could not understand the cruelty of this world, or why I even needed to endure it...until I came to know Christ and my understanding was changed. Before I knew Him I grew up in an abusive environment, believed in Buddhism, was an alcoholic, was a single parent, but worst of all, I thought I was nothing more than a piece of rubbish. I made countless wrong decisions, endured terrible relationships, and I thought I could change my life with my own hands. But in the end I had to accept that I was hopeless. But then, Jesus came and met me just as He came to the woman at the well (John 4) He showed Himself to me and in His power He healed me in a miraculous way! In one second, the damage that I had brought to my body was fixed as though I were brand new. Jesus has continuously shown me His glory, giving me an understanding of life and carrying me through mountains and seas. As I have walked along the path toward Christ, He has proved through my life that the word of God is true and never fails. He has proved that God is love and He is alive. Now I no longer believe that I am rubbish, or that I am unworthy, unloved, or hopeless. Instead I know that I have been reborn into a new creation and I know that I am made to be His rose and His pearl. This may be my life story, but it is His Testimony and I pray that it brings hope to your life!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098052713

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Stage One: Who the World Told Me I Was

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.

—Romans 3:23 (NIV)

A way that the world normally classifies us is by looking at our family background. They typically get their first answers about who we are from our family and the way they treat us.

My mother was born into and grew up in a complicated family. She mostly lived with her father and step-mother when she was very young, but while she was still young, her father died and she spent the rest of her short childhood with her step mother. She married at a very young age and soon after, became a mother herself. When my father left us, all of the responsibilities of the family hung on her shoulders. She was a fighter though and she taught me a lot, even though she never had the privilege of going to school or having parents to teach her. She always tried to teach me what was right and wrong by her words and through her actions. I loved her because I know she tried to love me, but because she had never experienced what love is, she could not know how to show love in a right way.

I have a brother who is seventeen months older than I am. He moved out of our home when he was fifteen years old, so I only lived with him until I was about thirteen. We never built a close relationship and in fact, for much of the time we lived together, I feared him and I hated him. For years before he left home, my safe place was to hide in the deep corners of the closets in the house. As time passed, our relationship became more and more damaged and I even rejected calling him brother. We both grew up and because of the work Christ has done in my heart I am happy to say that today our relationship is better and I now honor him as my brother.

I also have a sister who is eleven years younger than I am. She has a different father than my brother and I, who we will call Hon. Hon did not work or take responsibility for supporting the family. Instead, he spent most of his time physically abusing us. For some time after my sister was born, I felt that I was no longer alone. Every day I looked forward to school being over so I could go home to take care of her. When she saw me doing something, she would imitate me. When she noticed me crying she would come and sit beside me and give me tissues to wipe away my tears. I made my decision then that it was my responsible to protect and to care for her.

This was the family that I was born into. It was a simple family of four, but the path that I would grow along would be far from simple.

From the time I was able to understand what my mother said to me, she told me how she had wished that I was not alive. She would even tell me about the different ways in which she tried to abort me when she found out she was pregnant. My mother said that when I was born, I was a baby that was ugly like a bulldog. She also said that my father and my grandmother said I was so ugly they even denied that I could be from their family and accused my mother of being unfaithful so that my father would be justified in leaving. During the times she would tell me these things, she sometime cried out in anger and other times she cried out in her anguish. The desperation she was in was more than a little girl could understand. I believed this was the first lie I placed in my heart, that my life was a