Jill's Story

I bent my head down and it was as if someone poured hot, red punch over my head. I reached up to my forehead and felt my skull. My sister pulled me from the car, and began leading me to a nearby house. The young man that hit us, pulled me away from her, laid me on the ground, and began to wipe my face with his shirt. He did not realize there were bits of glass in my face. Someone pulled him away and began to question me. Trying to answer them, I began to feel as if I would leave this world. I called out to God. "Lord, if you let me live, I promise I will live my life for you. I'll serve you for the rest of my life." Immediately, the lightness left, I felt a peace like no other. I heard the sirens in the distance. Help was on the way. Facial reconstruction was performed that night, resulting in over 400 stitches in my forehead and about 200 on my cheek. The second surgery was six weeks later, on my 12th birthday. Eventually, other ailments surfaced, such as torn cartilage in both knees, migraine headaches, and cognition loss. (However, I would later receive healings of all of those ailments.) A few months later, during an altar call, in a small country church, I ran down the aisle, wrapped my arms around the Pastor's neck and cried. Jesus had honored my request and I had the chance to make good on my promise. I committed my life to the Lord that day. Not only had he spared my life, but He had become my Redeemer, my Friend. My life has endured many hardships since that time. However, through Him, I've gained the strength to endure, joy to share, and the hope to continue walking with the Lord.