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Inspirational Christian Testimonies 
by Jennifer Phillips

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 Secret Weapon
 Raising the dead
 Apricot Miracle
The Foggy Photo
 Our Gracious God
 God's timely provision
 The Lord is my helper
 God Speaks
 Guiding thoughts
 Desires of your heart
 Sword of the Spirit
 Moshia, Or
 God the greater giver
 King of the bush

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"The Lord is my protector; He is my strong fortress. My God is my protection, and with him I am safe. He protects me like a shield; He defends me and keeps me safe." Psalm 18:2

We bought a take-away business and when the manager left we had to take over. It was hard work, working our full time jobs during the day and the Take-away business at night.

One day I saw a gang member steal food from a drunk. I went over and told him to give it back. He leapt at me, but before he could touch me a girl appeared out of no-where. She grabbed hold of him saying,"Don't touch her. She's a friend of his." He calmed down and left. How the girl appeared so suddenly I don't know, but I was protected and amazed.

Another time I was serving a man who was high on drugs and alcohol. Suddenly he picked up the cash register and was about to throw it at me when he suddenly turned and threw to one side. I was so shocked I froze. I wouldn't have been able to duck if he had thrown it at me. I had to spend the rest of the evening out the back because I was so shaken up.

Another time a man came up to me and said, "Do you know who I am?" I didn't. He became agitated and violent and was about to attack me when out of nowhere two policemen grabbed him and took him away.

One evening a transvestite came over to use the toilet saying that the hotel opposite wouldn't let him in the ladies rest room because he was a man and they wouldn't let him in the men's because he looked like a lady. I told him that I shouldn't let him use ours either because he had stolen a drink from our shop. He persisted and I felt sorry for him and although I was anxious I let him use our toilet. One evening after that he came over and said, "You don't know how much I love you. They were going to do you in but I stopped them." I don't know what he did or said to stop them but God had protected me again. Not long after that I read in the paper that the transvestite had committed suicide and I mourned. I hadn't loved him enough and yet God had used him to protect me.