10/02/2026
Testimony Tuesday ⛓️💥
Today, I’m honored to share the powerful story of Julia S. Her testimony is raw, honest, and filled with the kind of truth that stops you in your tracks. She doesn’t shy away from the darkness she walked through or the God who met her there, even when she couldn’t see Him.
Julia’s words remind us that Jesus is never late, never absent, and never out of frame. That even in the places we think are too broken or too far gone, He is working resurrection.
Take a moment with this one. Let her story remind you that if God can breathe life into what felt hopeless, He can do it for anyone.
Here is Julia’s Tuesday Testimony:
“Now when Jesus came, he found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb four days. Bethany was near Jerusalem, about two miles off, and many of the Jews had come to Martha and Mary to console them concerning their brother. So when Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went and met him, but Mary remained seated in the house. Martha said to Jesus, ‘Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.’”
- John 11:17-21
It isn’t that I didn’t believe in God. My family wasn’t Christian, my dad called all religion “hooey”, but we weren’t exactly against it either. I remember in elementary school being strangely drawn to the kids who talked about church. Aching for a cross necklace like theirs in the full-bodied way only children can ache for a coveted object. I heard that God was love. That he created, he sustained, he forgave. But not me. I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. That was a foundational fact in my life. For me, he was always slightly out of frame. Just a step too late. Always slightly unattainable. Lord, if you had been here.
When the sexual abuse started - Lord, if you had been here.
When I got drunk for the first time at 13 - Lord, if you had been here.
When at 15 I knelt on my bedroom floor with a box cutter against my wrist - Lord, if you had
been here.
In the addiction - Lord, if you had been here.
In the withdrawals - Lord, if you had been here.
In every moment I was scared, alone, overlooked, abused - Lord, if you had been here.
But the death of Lazarus was not a mistake. Jesus was not late, or preoccupied, or forgetful. He was doing something bigger than just curing a man of his illness. Physicians and prophets did
that. Only God himself resurrects. The death was real, the grief was real. The faith was real, the
resurrection real, the miracle real.
In my life, even the parts that still hurt to look at, God was never late, never forgetful, never out
of frame. Only He could work the miracles of sobriety, healing, and resurrection that I’ve
experienced in the past two years. That is a foundational fact in my life. The suffering was very real, and the blessings are too. His presence is too. He was in the hands of the paramedics who resuscitated me when I flatlined from alcohol
poisoning.
He was in the eyes and voices of everyone at my treatment center. Everyone who created the
first safe home I ever had. Everyone who heard me say I wanted sobriety, and believed me.
He kept my heart beating, my lungs breathing, my liver working through 13 years of addiction.
He has been in every single moment before and after I got sober, sustaining, forgiving, and
loving me. Hating what hurts me, without hating me for causing it as often as I have.
Now I get to spend my life experiencing the awe and vulnerability of loving and being loved. I
get to strive to be more like him and do his will, not to prove or earn anything, but because that’s
the correct response to recognizing the miracles that have taken place in my life, and who it is
that worked them.
If it happened to me, it can happen to anyone. Through genuine love. Through community. By
the grace of God. There is life on the other side of addiction, abuse, and despair. And it is so
much more beautiful than you could ask for or imagine.
“I shall not die but live, and recount the deeds of the Lord.”
- Psalm 118:17