Testimonies To Share

We love and appreciate testimonies from those who have been touched by the Lord Jesus, Yeshua HaMashiach, through the ministry of Love For His People. We welcome yours.

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Ahava and shalom,

Steve and Laurie Martin, Co-Founders, Love For His People ministry

Love For His People P.O. Box 414 Pineville, NC 28134 USA


Wane Daroux

Charlotte, North Carolina  USA

My Testimony May 28, 2020

Brethren, I thank the Lord for this opportunity to join in the challengeJ, and to participate in sharing my story about the working of his power in my life.

My name is Wane V. Daroux, for those of you who don’t know me or have never met me before.

Briefly, to introduce myself; I am from a small island in the West Indies, or  (the Caribbean), as most of you may be aware or not, except for my…dear friend and (- already mentor, Mr. Steve Martin)…and I know he does not mind the prefix, at all, even if he stated clearly that he does not like titles….and I *know* that he is absolutely genuine and humbly to admit that…but it’s ok with the me and the Lord:) It’s all good!

This is going to be an interesting endeavor proclaiming the gracious, redemptive developments in my life. Certainly, God is wonderful indeed. I hope my story encourages you in your personal walk and relationship with our Lord and Savior, Jesus, our Messiah and soon coming King.

My story or testimony, whichever it may be defined as, tells about my “faith walk” with the Lord and the tremendous impact it has left and continue to have on my life. I imagine you will relate, somehow, in some small way.  It has been nothing else but an interesting “journey” for me.

Truth be told, some of my personal experiences have been met with good times and very trying times which, because of both interchangeable “seasons” of my life, I’ve become an overly blessed man than I am today. I thank God, our Loving Father, for His amazing grace and unfailing love that He has bestowed upon me.  Without that unmerited fortune, I would not have this story to write. And it’s my pleasure to share it with you all.

I was raised by a wonderful, strong, and God-fearing mother. She did an excellent job at doing all she knew how to make sure I grew up into a fine young Godly man. And I say that with all humility. I thank her and thank God for her each day. With seemingly endless struggles and with joy with pride, she was able to care for a family of 10, especially the 2 of my younger siblings and I. That was a monumental task to endure after her husband died many years before we, the last three, were born. I often wonder how she did it. And then I realized it was by the strength and help of God. She trusted him, consistently every day….and that’s how my story comes into play.

Life was tough growing up in the impoverished countryside where we lived. We struggled everyday for food but fresh water was always in abundance and easily accessible, since we lived near two rivers. Money was not a common commodity in our family as it was in almost every other family in the village. Not until I turned 13 or 14 that I was able to touch money for the first time. I was excited…funny :), but it was. But we made it without money! We survived without it for a very long time! When I examine my life today, I am overly and undeservedly blessed with so much. And I thank God in all things.

But all of that was not relatively important to my growth and development, at least, I thought, at that time. I did not know the value or the purpose of it, so to me it was irrelevant…so it seemed, then. Surprisingly, it is a much-needed thing today. Some have too much, and some have little to none. The gap between the two amounts grows wider and wider each day. Nevertheless, here was much more to becoming a strong and healthy, young lad.

Notably, at the tender age of 5 to 10 years old, my mom was becoming to me, my best friend, mentor , teacher and guide “who trained me to grow in the ways of the Lord”-[ Proverbs 22:6 ] .

My understanding of Scripture and faith was minimal while I was still little, but her influence from how she reached out in deep, fervent prayer to Almighty God paved the way for me to learn how faith works.

I watched her bow her knees, lifted her hands and called to Him with tears streaming down her face.” Why is she crying so much?”, I asked myself. Something was happening… but I could not understand. Sometimes, I found myself crying from just watching her sobbing before the Lord. It must have been something really good or really bad happening, but it broke my heart too…her pain or joy, whichever the one, was very contagious.  I just was flat out at loss for words…I did not know! But, Today, that I finally realize what was going on at that time. I must have seen this type of heart reaction…perhaps a thousand times, to begin with.

In those moments of surrendering to the Lord in the situation that she couldn’t change and make things happen herself, presented the place for where I developed my faith. [ there!]..it was…the foundation of my faith. That’s where faith, in action, sunk deeply into my little heart and mind. It brings sort of a similar place to mind (Bethlehem, Ephrathah)…well, probably like it J But you get my point. My faith did not start within the four walls of the catholic church that we attended. It was “at home”. It was when I began seeing my mom on the dirt floor of our small, outside kitchen.

When I reminisce on the old days, I smile, and at other times, tears roll down my face. I still see the infamous, old kitchen floor and all the contents which my mom was mostly handed to throughout many years. They were from family members or friends, and probably mostly from nearby neighbors. A sense of nostalgia shadows me when I think of my early upbringings…Some things remain a permanent imprint on our minds and in our hearts. I remember distinctively, as if it happened just yesterday. Now, all I can say is “thank You, Lord” for a wonderful mother who raised me to become the man I am today.

As I ponder on those experiences, I am reminded of such humble beginnings. So, I can now say, with a sense of pride, joy and gratitude, that my mom deserves all the credit and the Lord deserves all the praise and the glory. I just wish my “father’’ had a part to play in caring for me. He didn’t show any responsibility before he was long gone and had passed away, still when I was 5 years old. But today, here I am, all grownup, walking with the Lord and growing still in the knowledge and wisdom of God through His word, and with the assistance of Holy Spirit. Isn’t our God good!

Although I have not always been consistent in my obedience at walking humbly with Lord Yeshua, I count it a joy unspeakable to be called His own. Perhaps you guys can relate! It is a privilege to be blessed with the reality that the Father has called us unto Himself and chose us for His service of his glorious kingdom. I always marvel at how he has given us HIS righteousness. In 2 Corinthians 5:21 it says, “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God. Isn’t that amazing!

Also, it clearly states in 1 Peter 2:9 (KJV) :But you are a chosen generation, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of Him who hath called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.” That’s a beautiful thing, brethren! We must always remain intheLord and boast only in Him for the victories we’ve won and the struggles we’ve come through.

Significantly as my story entails my experience from observing my mom praying for the very needs that we needed to survive on a daily basis, and having seen those INSTANT MIRACLES happening right before my very eyes, I hold fast to what has been invested in me…even to this day. Most times, if not all those times, God would ‘’send angles’’ (in human form) to bring us precisely what my mom prayed for, even before she would say ‘’amen’. That was REAL FAITH that took up residence in my heart…a very precious and eternal experience for which I am thankful to my mom… today.

That is my story folks; a small part of my countless encounters and experiences with the grace and love and provision of the Lord. And I am glad to share it with you, Brethren. I hope it blesses and encourages you all, in some way, somehow.

God is faithful! Hold on to Jesus. Continue to walk in step with Him and keep your ears close to the mouth of the Father as we listen to His instructions and leading by His Holy Spirit. May you be richly blessed in the Lord today… and always till the coming of Messiah Yeshua even forevermore. Amen!

I will conclude with the Blessing which the lord Himself instituted on his people HE called “My Chosen”

May the LORD bless and keep you

May the LORD make His Face to shine on you, and be gracious to you

May the LORD lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace.  SHALOM

Carlotta Gist

Fort Mill, South Carolina

(Pictured in the middle above)

May 27, 2020

Fort Mill, SC USA

I am not sure why this is challenging for me. My testimony isn’t very long, or action packed. I grew up going to church.

My mother grew up going to church, my Dad became a believer right before he met my mom. My Dad is an ordained minister. I always knew God was real.

When I went off to college in 2012, we had just started transitioning from my home church to a new church. I was a faithful tither, I prayed when I felt I needed to, and I did not mind going to church. Once I went off to college, I continued to tithe and pray, while also partying, and I thought I was doing fine. I was happy. Then I flunked out. 

At the time I did not understand why I could never motivate myself to do the work and go to class. I was smart. I did very well in high school. College messed me up because I had a plan, but I did not have a purpose. I did not know why I was studying what I was studying. I am a thinker and I like for things to make sense. I could not make sense of what I was doing so I stopped doing it. It was a very costly mistake, but I know it was a part of the real plan for my life. 

After flunking out I stayed in the area because my job is here, and I did not feel the need to go back to my parent’s house. After a couple of years of doing what I wanted, I received an invitation to attend Bible study at The Movement Centre in May 2017.

I have only missed a handful of Bible studies since that Wednesday. I knew God was real but now I know God. I know about Him and I know His book. I was forced to face the ugly parts of myself only to find out, He does not care about those. Every part of me is for His glory.

I learned that I had to flunk out of college to find purpose and I did. I learned that my plan wasn’t fueled by His purpose for my life, so I had no passion to complete it. Now I am doing my best to work the plan God has for me.

Okay, that’s all I got. Ha-ha!

Carlotta Gist 

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