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And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony…Revelation 12:11

Written by: Writer and Author, Michelle-Lee Young
Edited and Published by: William Ballard, Professional Writer/Author and Web Designer

I am not a preacher, singer or musician.  If my name were mentioned in a crowd, there are many who have never heard it.  I wasn’t popular in school, nor did my grades exceed expectation.  In my younger years I didn’t think like all of my peers, I had so many questions about life and everyone around me acted as though this life would never end.  Not realizing, that one day these questions that I had and my differences from those around was for a purpose. In fact, when I was young I didn’t know why I was born into this world, if my final destination was death. I analyzed everyone and everything and still came up with nothing.  I lived in fear trying to grasp some sort of purpose as to why I was on this planet called earth.  Little did I know that there was one calling to me, throwing out a life line of hope, if only I knew how to reach for it?  I would not find out until years later that God was the author of my life.  I knew that there was a God, but didn’t realize that I could have a relationship with him.  In these times in my life, I would sit in my room and write for hours. I was trying to figure out answers to these questions that were always rolling around inside my head.  I started to write poems at the age of 7.  I would write poems over the course of the next few years.  This is how I communicated with God, I would write


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The Space

There is no time to glance behind

Or look toward the road unwind

Call out to me in blackness heard,

To soar so high just like that bird


To run would take the hearty fall

When time seems closed behind the wall

Unheard unspoken beneath your soul

To what you gave your measured goal


Beware of things that truth behold

To care of thoughts of things untold                                                                  

Where marked are words from a starry sky

And at the end is where you’ll lie


Where all meanings here unfold at night

Although again no end in sight

Hold high the strength of light that race

But dare to look beyond the space

 By Michelle-lee Young


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As the years went by, God answered my quest, gave me purpose and filled my life with love.  I dared to go against the current of this world, looked beyond its surface. Thankful I found the “pearl of great price”.  I have put my life in the great author’s hands.  I have been delivered of many things that this world tries to bind with.  I am free and have a beautiful story to tell.  This story that I have could have ended another way if it was left in my own hands. I am so thankful for the gospel of Christ and the hope that I now have.  When I write today, unlike when I was young, there is a fulfillment. The confusion I had and the fearful anxiety is gone.  I still do have some questions. They are not questions of purpose, but rather a deeper relationship with almighty God.  The questions are replaced by a longing to know this great God in whom I have placed my life and trust in. 

The author and finisher of our faith

Our testimonies are hand written by God and can reach into another person’s life and give a ray of hope. 

Just share it, tell it, speak it, sing it, draw it, write it, email it, text it, however you can… and let God do the rest…

Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Hebrews 12:2