This is my personal testimony of how as a child, I unknowingly was slowly changed by one self-destructive negative emotion after another.  ANGER – this one emotion ... that through the years … spawned other destructive emotions.  It started as being a surface anger, and then slowly began to turn into rage.  Then from rage into fury, and fury into a death wish. 
How did that all happen?  Bottled up anger will drive a person to self-destruction, one way or another.  Not only will it kill you … one way or another … but it can be the GREATEST hindrance inside us from discovering God

I shook my head in disbelief. This couldn't be the right place. After all, I couldn't possibly be welcome here. I had been given an invitation several times, by several different people, and had finally decided to see what this place was all about. But, this just couldn't be the right place.

Quickly I glanced down at the invitation that I clutched in my hand. I scanned past the words, "Come as you are. No jacket required," and found the location. Yes, I was at the right place. I peered through the window again

Can a person live in a free country like America and not have true freedom? Yes, as was the case of Kathy Baarman, who after living under 12 years of Communist oppression came to live in free America only to discover that true freedom is not where you live, but who is living inside of you. Let's read how that came about:

I was born in Hungary. My father was a lieutenant in the Hungarian Army. My parents had a beautiful home and we had a happy family to fill it. Then something happened to change all that. World

Although I'd had an interest as a girl in God. Although I'd gone to an after school group that taught me more about Him. Although I remember well looking out the window one morning and seeing the willow tree at school in all its splendor. That was as a result of the school teacher discussing creation. I wasn't brought up in a Christian home and in fact it was shunned to show an interest in God in my home.

Before telling you about the next part of my story I have to tell you I didn't have any friends at school. At primary school the

One day I was down in Florida visiting my kids. Ruth, my daughter-in-law, had an old piano...seldom played. But I felt like playing and got out an old hymnbook and was enjoying myself when suddenly my granddaughter, Rebecca, climbed up on the bench beside me. "What are you playing, Grandma?" she asked. "A hymn", I replied. "What is a hymn?" "These are old songs that people wrote long ago...songs about Jesus" I answered her. "Play some more, Grandmother...those are good! I like them!" she said.

I have been involved in every aspect of evil that anyone could imagine. I've been called crazy and demented, and it is beyond amazing that I'm even typing this testimony. You'll understand why as you read on.

My father had died when I was only two years old, so I don't remember him, and I never had the opportunity to actually come to know him; family members told me we were close to one-another. Upon his death, he left behind a two-year-old son, and a two-week-old daughter with his passing. My mother eventually remarried my step-father when I was about four years old. This is where my journey of pain, misery, torment, and suffering begins.

I didn't have a very good childhood. I was abused in every way possibly conceivable

This is an account of how the Lord has worked a miracle in my life, and how by His grace I followed a path to salvation completely unaware for many years. This is a story of how God's plan shaped my life, and how His hand leads my life and testimony so that my actions are an example and a witness to many others.

Back in 1996 I moved to Ohio from New York. I was 28. Shortly after meeting my husband and moving into an apartment complex with him in Loveland in 1997, another family moved into the

Men and women of God usually have a defining moment that we can point to that brought us to Christ. A moment when we finally opened our hearts and became receptive to receiving Jesus in our lives. That moment in time has become our testimonies. This is my testimony that I share with you.

I was arrested on December 21, 1996, and charged with First Degree Murder, at 1300 Beaubien; Detroit Police Headquarters, Detroit, Michigan. During my first 48 hours of being arrested all sorts of thoughts were running through my mind. I was at

I was born and grew up in Geelong, Victoria which is a small town on the Southern coast of Australia. My memories of my early childhood are mostly happy; I lived in a nice neighborhood with a mum and dad who loved me, had two sisters close in age to play with and an abundance of cousins, friends, and pets.

When I was in Fourth Grade at school, things at home began to change. My youngest sister had started school that year and mum decided to go out to work. Mum changed too. She was suddenly angry a lot of the time, and far too ready