Jamie Curl's Testimony

My name is Jamie Curl. The Lord sought after me for many years, in simple obedience I submitted to Him on Palm Sunday in 1988.

I guess I should say that He lifted me out of my seat, and carried me to the alter. I don't really remember it any other way. I was

saved by the Lord Jesus Christ at that point, but it took many years for me to learn to walk with Him in obedience. Actually I still struggle with the obedience regularly.

As I look back I can see evidence of Him in so many places in my life. I did not grow up in a Christian home.   My parents decided that we should learn and choose for ourselves when the time came.

My mom and dad divorced when I was 7, my mom

disappeared, never to be seen again. Dad remarried when I was 9.

My Dad died when I was 11 years old. My stepmother  then, kicked me out of the house at 15.

Up until this point I was a pretty good kid, I definately had teenage angst, but I was on the honor roll, and wasn't getting into too much trouble. I,  of course had some serious emotional issues, and

problems. I was sexually abused at the age of 7 by a non family member and started to spiral out of control at the age of 15.  I was headed in a very bad direction when I was placed in a foster home. I hated it!

It taught me to live in a family though, and it was Gods intervention

in my life at that point. God had intervened on several occasions, but it is just too much to relate here.

I wound up going to college...again the grace and intervention of God. I was very out of control in college, drinking to excess, very promiscous. I was learning that I really was looking for love in all the wrong places. God Himself was chasing me, and I was running right into the arms of anyone and everyone who I thought could fill the gaping hole in my heart.

By the age of 28, I had had 3 abortions, and I was newly

married. I knew something was really missing in my life, but after I had my first child, the Lord got serious hold of my heart, and one day I was holding my firstborn, and I just started sobbing. I knew, that I knew, that I knew, that what I had done was so wrong.

I started attending a church with a friend in the fall of 1987. Salvation came, like I said, on Palm Sunday 1988. I was now in an unequally yoked marriage. I didn't get involved in the church too much, and floundered around for a long time, I was not discipled.

It took a long time, but after several years, and the advice of my older brother, a pastor, I found a Calvary Chapel. For me this was a turning point, I started more serious bible study and growth in Christ. God has done so many wonderful things in my life since then, my husband, and both of my children know Him.

He has changed my heart toward my birth mother, He has walked me through many difficult situations, He is Lord of my life,

sometimes I forget that He is in control not me. I know He is perfecting me a little bit at a time. I trust Him implicitly with my life, and I want to submit to anything and everything He has for me.

"Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, Nor stands in the path of sinners, Nor sits in the seat of the scornful; But his delight is in the law of the Lord, And in His law he meditates day and night. He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in season, whose leaf also shall not wither, And

whatever he does shall prosper. "Psalm 1 : 1-4