For the past few days I have been feeling a desire to share my testimony during ‘family time’ with my house. I initially had no problem with that thought, I love sharing my testimony. So when I started feeling nervous and anxious about it, I knew something wasn’t right. That wasn’t normal for me, I’m never nervous about things like that. So I figured someone in hell really didn’t want me to share, which only persuaded me more to do so. So after dinner last night I shared my testimony honestly and bluntly. I felt a little awkward and exposed, but also very empowered.
Revelation 12:11 They overcame by the blood of the lamb and the word of their testimony…
Afterwards, a few of the girls and I ended up sticking around in our little sitting room and talking about some of the things I had said and the madness of this world. It was raining really hard and our power ended up going out, but none of us moved. The discussion got more intense and although I couldn’t see anything or anyone and I was sitting all alone, I felt so connected with these beautiful girls who I’m just getting to know in those few special moments. Kingdom came in our sitting room last night. Chains were broken, freedom was proclaimed, and passion was ignited. So amazingly powerful. It’s awesome how much this night was foreseen, and how many doubts and lies were whispered in my ear to try and keep me from speaking. But I’m so glad I did. Out of my humble yet powerful testimony, God bonded us in such wonderful ways. I love my house mates. I love my Jesus. And I love the amazing story of redemption that I see played out time and time again. (Alaina breaths big sigh of contentment) Yeah…. It’s good 
My lovely housemates 
Awesome.//Dave
thank you for sharing this. . . I’m going to send this to Edw; for some time I have been thinking about him and how hard it is for him to give his testamony, you explained the struggle.
love you girl!
I love you!