It's God

By Autum Augusta

Testimonies and the thing that happened at the school.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Oct 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9781698715414

Autum Augusta

Autum Augusta accepted the Lord as her Savior when she was a Senior in High School. She is a mother, grandmother, and a great grandmother. She suffered through two divorces and has been widowed for twelve years. Autum has a degree in Elementary and Special Education and a minor in History, and taught for twenty years. She has published five other books, Autum also taught Sunday School for many years. I her retirement, she encourages people in Celebrate Recovery and Works at a pregnancy Center. She spends about two hours everyday praying for others and the world.

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Contents

Testimonies

What Do You Want?

Part 2

A Christmas Testimony

The Twenty-Dollar Bill

I Love You, Daddy

The Rice Story

Empty Your Purse

Pizza and Pepsi

Jesus Is the Giver of Life

Thousand-Dollar Faith

Fill ’Er Up

9+1=10

Polly’s Healing from Allergies

Joey’s Healing

Waiting for Eight Years

The Physical Benefit of Praying or Speaking in Tongues

Kids Are Funny

Dangerous Exploring

How Much Will It Cost?

Should I Do It Again?

Don’t Judge

In Remembrance

The Smartest Man in the World

One I Like

A Change of Jobs

What Is It?

It’s Not What You Think

Get Organized

Gotcha

Mind Your Mama

Miracles

That Explains It

Prayers

Words of Inspiration

It Is All God.

From great miracles to funny stories, God wants us to enjoy life, laugh, and encourage the world around us for Him.

Testimonies

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I had just received word that my eighty-one-year-old cousin Ted had just gone home to be with the Lord. His father had died of heart problems when Ted was six months old, one sister was two, and his other sister was three. Their mother was having a hard time financially.

My aunt had a high-school education and was hired to teach in a one-room school because a certified teacher could not be found. The state gave my aunt permission to start Ted in first grade—one year early.

Ted was about three when he became very ill. It looked like he was going to die. My aunt saved enough money to travel to Oklahoma to an Oral Roberts meeting. Oral prayed over Ted, and Ted came home healed. He lived almost seventy-eight more years.

What Do You Want?

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Mrs. Brown was a teacher in the local school. She was concerned about the way drugs were coming into the school. She set up a date for Christian services with three young men who were going to a college in Oklahoma. They were preparing to become ministers. She advertised across their small town and ended up knowing all the young people who came to the meetings.

One of the ministers had his hair in an Afro and wore striped overalls. He saw a group of students sitting in the park, passing their bongs around. He made a short run to jump over their bonfire, shouting, You are all going to hell if you don’t change your ways!

The students were so scared they ran into the building and into the meeting. That night, twenty-two young people made Jesus their Savior. One of them was what the town called the town junkie, Fritz. The next Monday, after school, Fritz came by Mrs. Brown’s place.

Fritz was not very clean, but Mrs. Brown invited him in. Fritz, I am so glad to see you again. How are you doing since Saturday night?

Fritz came into the kitchen and jumped up on the counter. I became a Christian Saturday night. And now what? he asked.

You can come by here every evening after school if you want, Mrs. Brown replied.

When Mrs. Brown taught Fritz two years earlier, she thought he was mentally challenged, but she discovered he was very bright. He even told her what was in her medicine cabinet and what it would do. She did not know that at that time, he was going to some friends’ houses and getting high every day at noon. When he needed a fix, Mrs. Brown would read scripture to him and pray.

Part 2

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Aunt Jeanie, my mother has been sick in bed for several months. I was wondering if you could drive into another state to pray for her healing, niece LaDon said.

It is only three hours away. I think I can do that, Jeanie said. And I can take Fritz with me, so I won’t have to travel alone.

The next weekend, Jeanie and Fritz traveled to the place where LaDon’s family lived. They walked into a very dirty house and saw a lady lying in a very dirty bed. We have come to take you to a healing meeting at your church and pray for your healing.

I am so glad, but I don’t know if I can get out of bed or not. I fell and broke my arm two weeks ago. It is in a cast, Betty explained.

It took a lot of work to get Betty to church, but with Fritz’s help, they finally made it. The speaker brought a message on healing. Everyone lined up for him to touch them and be prayed over individually. Betty screamed, I feel great, and look at my arm. It is healed too! She took off the cast and started swinging it around and bending it.

Everyone was excited and happy. Jeanie and Fritz went home the next day. They heard two weeks later that Betty crawled back into the dirty bed and died a few weeks later. She had been sick so long that she didn’t know how to live well, someone said.

Jesus asked many people what they wanted before He healed them. Not everyone wants to be healed.

A Christmas Testimony

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Hope—an interesting word. We don’t realize how we live with hope daily and how much of our future is tied up with hope. It’s when hope fails or, even more so, when we have no hope that life takes on a totally different outlook. There I was some thirty years ago. No hope, just on a merry-go-round going nowhere—just round and round.

I was tired of life—bored with life. Being a wife and mother of six children, I saw no future, just endless, meaningless daily chores. Emptiness. No meaning, no purpose, no hope.

Suicide! That seemed to be the answer to a tired, disillusioned thirty-four-year-old mother. The children were beautiful, and I had a wonderful husband. But what about me? I felt empty inside. Having searched through many avenues—education, witchcraft, and a host of other things—I still found the same old emptiness. Life seemed to me like a giant jigsaw puzzle but with one—only one—piece missing. There had to be one piece that put it all together. Deep down, I knew that secret lay in the one missing piece. But what was that piece?

In October 1970, I began to have those nagging feelings of depression and hopelessness, which I experienced the fall before. I hate fall. Everything dying. Everything looked dismal and lifeless. I was trapped in thoughts of just wanting to end it all.

Suicide! That was the only way I could see to end my meaningless existence. So I spent a lot of time thinking of the best way. But then, I would think about my children. Who would love them the way I did?

Sometime in late November, my nerves were shot, and I just thought that I couldn’t take this anymore. I asked my husband to take the children and go somewhere—anywhere. I just needed to be alone.

As he left with all the children, I ran into the bedroom, shut the door, threw myself on the bed, and cried out, God, if you’re there, help me! No voices, no anything—or so I thought—but a nighty hand was guiding me, one that I couldn’t see or feel.

Thanksgiving came and went. My spirit lifted as I looked toward Christmas. I began to feel alive again. Christmas! A time of excitement and fun! My family had always made such a fuss over Christmas when I was growing up. Not the Christ of Christmas but one of gifts, shopping, parties, and fun. The tree, the lights, the razzle-dazzle, which comes only at the special time of year.

How well I do remember that Christmas, one I can never forget! It was Christmas 1970. A special year as astronomers were looking for a phenomenal lineup of stars to produce a brilliant huge star-like effect. They believed it could have been the same phenomenon that shone over Bethlehem almost two thousand years before.

Our children were snuggled in their beds with visions of Santa Claus putting gifts in their heads. Mr. Santa had put cookies and milk out for good old Saint Nick. (Then he went to bed.) There was such a feeling of peace in our quiet little house.

I was drawn to our bedroom window, which opened to the south. I just had to see this phenomenal star! As I looked out our window that early Christmas morning, I saw the star. It was so huge, so brilliant!

As I gazed at it, the most amazing thing happened: the love of God showered over me. I was transformed then and there. Peace like I had never known flooded my soul. I had been born again by God’s transforming power. It was so real I wanted to get up on the roof and shout to the whole town, World, God loves you! It has been almost forty years since that night. I had found the missing piece to the puzzle of life: Jesus! What an honor to be born again on Christmas Day!

May you find Him as Lord, Savior, redeemer, and friend as I have.

The Twenty-Dollar Bill

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My husband and I had taken the youth group of seventeen kids up for a few days at Jim’s Cabin, high in the Rocky Mountains above Salida, Colorado.

On a particular day, we did the arduous climb up to Boss Lake. That afternoon, after a light lunch, we headed for home and loaded on the flatbed International truck.

Finally, there was the dreaded task of cleaning the cabin. Rock floor swept, carpet sweeper ran on the rug, kitchen counters and stove cleaned, floors swept and mopped, and then the final shutting of the blinds and drawing of curtains. Cabin in shape, yard in order, we climbed the hill and loaded gear and bodies into the truck. Our plans were to stop and cook supper on our way down to the Arkansas