Testimony of Trudy Murphy
As a witness to my Lord
Jesus Christ, I write this testimony to share with you.
I am so glad to
know Jesus. I am so blessed to know His truth.
The first time I can remember
praying to Jesus was when I was about 10 years old. I was at my Great-Aunt Effie's
house and my dad and her were having quite a discussion about Him. They were both
Christians at the time, and my aunt was offering some encouragement to my dad.
I found a dark corner in her house and sat down in it. I don't remember the exact
prayer, but I know it was the first time I prayed to Jesus. From that time on,
I believe the Lord entered my life, but it was quite some time down the road before
I truly sought to know Him.
I was first saved and water baptized when I
was 26 years old. I went to Winding Waters Brethren Church each Sunday, but I'm
afraid as I look back, my walk at that time was far from sincere. I was married
and had two children at the time. I enjoyed listening to the sermon on Sunday,
but did not let Jesus enter the rest of my life. I only occupied a pew each week.
marriage failed after 15 years, and I found myself absolutely heartbroken and
afraid, and deep in the middle of many financial and emotional problems. I spent
many days unable to get out of bed due to depression. It was a very dark time.
I made many bad choices for the next 5 years. I had pushed Jesus completely out
of my life.
Praise God for His enduring love! In the Fall of 1996, I was
invited to come to Living Faith Fellowship for a Sunday meeting. I began coming
on a fairly regular basis soon. The open worship was different. The prophetic
gifting being shared was a little hard to grasp. But, I was curious and enjoyed
the wonderful teaching I was being exposed to.
In April of 1997, I was diagnosed
with breast cancer. What a shock! It was terrible news - I thought. But, it turned
out to be the avenue that I would go down to really meet Jesus. I made an appointment
with Malcolm shortly after being diagnosed. I didn't quite know what I was going
to say, but I knew I needed direction. I remember thinking on the way to my appointment,
"Please, Lord, teach me how I should pray."
During that meeting
with Malcolm, we didn't mention the word "cancer" even once. Malcolm
was more interested in the issue of salvation, and wanted to know if I had ever
been baptized in the Holy Spirit, and, if not, would I like to be. We prayed for
this, but nothing really happened at church. I drove home and entered my garage.
The minute the garage door closed behind me, I began to feel very "heavy"
all over. I closed my eyes. Then, with a feeling that I needed to either open
my mouth or explode, I began speaking in tongues. I remember taking the deepest
breath I could take, and then just letting it flow -- over and over again. I remember
thinking that I never wanted to speak English again. What a glorious day that
I believe the Lord equipped me that day for what was to come. He gave
me a huge hunger for Him and His Word. I needed to know Jesus. Really know Him.
He told me to "diligently seek My face".
Over the last 3-1/2
years, the Lord has hugely blessed me. While dealing with doctor's reports and
testing, chemotherapy, and surgery, the Lord has taught me to focus only on Him.
He has held me up and given me such faith and strength that I would have never
thought possible. He picked me up every single time I reached for Him. His Word
is more precious to me every time I read it. I know now that He is truth and there
is no other.
He has taught me to trust Him with every part of me and my
life. I have learned that trials are always a huge opportunity to grow closer
to Jesus and to surrender whatever it may be to Him. I have learned first-hand
that our Lord is our Healer. And I get such great joy and freedom from knowing
that He is control, not me.
I thank our Lord Jesus for his patience with
me. I thank Him for being so faithful and full of mercy. I thank Him for allowing
me to serve Him. I live my life for Jesus. He is my King. He is my everything.
He sent His Word and healed me.