By Kay Heitsch
Every year on Super Bowl Sunday, I can't help but think of going to a church and giving my testimony for the first time. I was terrified!
I hadn't written anything down because I thought I would be able to get out of going. Now, what will I say? Will I be able to hold myself together? In the back of my mind, I thought no one would show up.
By the time I was supposed to leave, I had gotten myself worked up to the point that my nose began to bleed! I ran into the bathroom and put my head in the sink, watching the blood drip out.
Suddenly, the words, "I have not given you the spirit of fear. But power, love, and a sound mind." Wow! Somehow, I knew this was God talking to me.
My next thought was that if the devil is working overtime, something good is bound to happen. I cleaned myself up and left for the church.
This was the beginning of some incredible experiences I had. I found each time I gave my testimony, God was beginning to heal my broken heart.
