My Testimony – By Sis Olivia Ponce


When I was 18 I gave my life to God. I back slid and started the long and dreadful journey down a long and dark road I THOUGHT I had control of. I got married, had two children. Got divorced and married again, and then started using drugs. I left my second husband and my children, pushed my family away to a point where I was alone because of the life I led all to chase after a high I would never find. I got involved with a crowd that got into plenty of trouble and did things I am not proud of. I lived a life that should have led to me to jail, or even death.

Many times my mother and younger brother would tell me,” You need to get right with God before it’s too late.” My brother even told me, “Olivia, you don’t belong to this world, and you need to get right with God on your own way, or He will do whatever He needs to in order to get your attention again and bring you back.” Of course I didn’t listen and continued to ACT like I belonged to a world I had no need to be a part of. I saw my Pastor and he too told me, “Mija, it’s time to come home.” The last of God’s warnings I did not listen to.

I never in a million years saw what was coming and what I would go through all because I didn’t listen to His calling me back home to where I belonged.

November 7, 2013 that all changed. I went in to have a simply surgery, in and out, no more than 4 days in the hospital. I would be home within a week. I went in THINKING I would be okay and that I had prayed that morning, something I hadn’t done for some time, and that would be enough. Yet I got high before I went to the hospital. I went into that surgery and laid on that surgery table a sinner, with no hope of a better life should something go wrong. Never did it cross my mind I wasn’t right with God and if something went wrong and I had to meet my maker I wouldn’t be entering into His kingdom. I WASN’T READY TO STAND BEFORE GOD. But none of that was on my mind. What was on my mind? I wanted to get this over with so I could get back to my life.

The surgery went well, according to the Dr. A few days later, when I should have been going home, my organs started shutting down. My stomach was getting larger and I was in a lot of pain. I had ammonia, something common when a person has surgery.  Days later I fell into a coma and they realized the Dr had cut my intestine and didn’t know. So I was becoming septic. I couldn’t breathe on my own and I was put on the life support machine. The surgeon told my family I was the sickest person in the hospital, I was going into surgery AGAIN to TRY and fix the error, but he didn’t think I would come off the surgery table alive. Only a miracle can save her, he said. (He advised my husband, children, dad and the rest of my family it was best to call all the rest of the family together and start planning to bury me)

But you see, even though I wasn’t right at the time with God, He had other plans. There is still work for me to do on this earth for His honor and glory and He wasn’t done with me yet.

My family is a believing and praying family. Not just my blood family, but my church family and those who were called upon to pray did.

I made it through that 2nd surgery. But I still wasn’t out of the woods. I still was on life support and in a coma. And the Dr’s STILL didn’t give my family any hope. IF I woke up, there was a great possibility that I would not be right again. I would have brain damage due to my blood pressure going up so high, and I would have many medical issues. (Yeah ok they didn’t know whose child I was and why I was STILL alive, nor did they know the power of prayer!!!!)

Four surgeries and a month later I was sent home, ALIVE!!!! Yes I had a large wound that needed care. I had to learn to walk again and the normal daily things we do on our own daily, I had to have help doing. I lost all my hair, and had to deal with all the medications and side effects of being on Morfin for a month, But I was ALIVE and I would recover.

I remember asking my brother, “Why me? Why am I going through this still didn’t I have to go through enough almost dying?” God answered me through him when he said, “ Sis, if you would have had the surgery go well and would not have had all this happen to you, where would you be right now?” and when I answered I knew that God was still healing me, physically, emotionally and most importantly, spiritually. He cleansed me from my addiction of methamphetamine completely. Had I not had to go through all that I went through, I know I would have went right back to the life I was living before my surgery.

I could have died that day or at any time during that month I was in the hospital and I would have had no one to blame for being condemned to death. But even through my stubbornness and unwillingness to follow God, He thought of me and had mercy on me to give me a second chance to repent and ask for forgiveness. All thanks to the miracle my Lord and Savior did in my life so that I would have a chance not only to repent of the sinful life I was leading but to share with others of His love and mercy.

We serve a mighty and merciful God and I will forever be thankful for loving me so much that He not only died for me and shed His blood for my sins, but for showing me mercy and giving me a second chance to live! All honor and glory to Him.

-Submitted By Olivia Ponce

Reedley Ca.